Source: Glancy, H. Brown & Son Funeral Home
Mary Emma (Tam) Huffman, 90, of Warren, IN, passed away at 5:05 AM, on Thursday, August 23, 2012 at Heritage Pointe in Warren, IN. She was born on Monday, August 29, 1921, in Warren, IN. She was the daughter of the late Merritt Tam and the late Helen (Bonifield) Tam. Mary Emma graduated from the Warren High School class of 1939. She was a Tri Kappa member. She owned the M's Shoe Spoon in Warren and worked at her father's drug store (Tams Rexall drug store) in Warren. Mary Emma belonged to the Chautauqua Club. She was a lifelong Warren resident and was a member of the Warren United Methodist Church. Survivors include: Daughter-Christine (John) Wearly of Daleville, IN. Son-Phillip (Donna) Huffman of Lafayette, IN. Son-James (Gloria) Huffman of Virginia Beach, VA. Son-Paul Huffman of Clermont, FL. Daughter-Nannette Huffman of Wildwood, IL. 5 Granddaughters-Mindy McKee, Molly O'Halloran, Emily Schwartz, Angela Kraster, Rebecca Boyd, 2 Grandsons-Jonathan Wearly, Nathan Huffman and 13 Great Grandchildren. She was preceded in Death by: Mother-Helen Irene (Bonifield) Tam, Father-Merritt W. Tam, Grandson-James "Jamie" Huffman, 2 Brothers-Robert Tam, Roger Tam, 2 Sisters-Margaret Stech, Barbara Krzmarzick. Family and friends may gather to share and remember at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel 801 Huntington Ave. Warren, IN from 2:00 PM to 8:00 PM Monday, August 27, 2012 and from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012. A service to celebrate Mary Emma's life will be at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel at 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012 with the Rev. Edwin Clark and Rev. Howard Cress officiating. Interment will follow at Woodlawn Cemetery in Warren, IN. Memorials in memory of Mary Emma may be made to: Warren Historical Society C/O Glancy Funeral Homes P.O. Box 366 Warren, IN 46792 GLANCY - H. BROWN & SON FUNERAL HOME IN CHARGE OF ARRANGEMENTS.
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Eulogy by Grandson Jonathan Wearly
From my earliest memories, I always had a special bond with my Grandma. I have to be honest; I struggled to write words to describe how much she means to me. For nearly 40 years she has been a rock in my life: Always there, Always ready to listen, and always a great source of comfort.
I know my cousins and sisters would agree when I say this. Mary Emma Huffman owned the title of Grandma. She wore it proudly. Each one of us could write many pages about our time with her and the impact she had on our lives. Today, I want to share a few memories that would be on my pages.
One of the most important pages of her memories was the home she made for each one of us. Her home was warm. It was comfortable. It was the home in which our family came together for many years. Her sprawling ranch could sleep countless children, parents, aunts, uncles and friends. In her kitchen she prepared a vast spread of food in a way only Mary Emma could deliver. Some of my fondest memories were in that house when it was full of family and friends, full of noise and full of laughter. Around her table we gathered for what seemed like a hundred different feasts or took part in heated and loud games of 31, Risk or Euchre. Her front porch was where we watched the rain pass by or bear witness to our family's pyromania during the 4th of July. We spent hours tromping through her house hunting carefully hidden Easter eggs searching for the coveted and elusive Golden Egg. Her home was the one place she knew the love and warmth of a family could wrap around her like a comfortable blanket. Once again, she has brought us together to enjoy each other's company, to laugh and be loud the way Huffmans and Tams always have.
One could write a chapter about Grandma's love for food. Each of us has a small Huffman gene in us that craves a dish Mary Emma was known for ... her biscuits and gravy, her gookie rolls, or roasted pork loin ... they were comfort foods that we have enjoyed many times over. I can remember running up the sidewalk to her house and ringing the doorbell over and over. I knew that on the other side of that door were a warm hug, a kiss and a world that any grandchild would covet. Behind those doors were canisters of candy canes, gummy bears, mints, and any article of food that promoted tooth decay. In her cabinets were sugar-coated cereals, cookies, Nutella and boxes of graham crackers. In her refrigerator was an endless supply of ice cream, pudding, chicken pot-pies and rolls from which she concocted her famous gookie rolls. There was an inherent pride in spoiling her family and grandchildren with food. I remember driving to her house late one night after college exams and waiting for me was a small roast with potatoes and homemade pie. While I ate, she sat across the table from me listening to my college stories just happy that I was there with her. Food was one of the many ways she expressed her love for each of us and I know all of us received that love at one time or another.
Some the memories that I cherish most are from the front seat of one of her many Chevrolet Caprice Classics. As one of her traveling buddies, I learned to appreciate her natural curiosity for the road less traveled. There wasn't a side dirt road or country lane that was off limits for exploration. I remember watching her grip the steering wheel calmly leading her Chevy through the curves of an offbeat mountainous road - all because that road was much more interesting than the freeway. If you really knew Grandma, her favorite road trip was down any country roads surrounding Warren. She could take this drive for hours on end and recite the names of the people who lived in each house you passed. I was with her the last time she drove ... we made our plan and drove out into the country and stopping out in the middle of nowhere. She got out of the passenger side and made her way to the driver's seat. She got behind the wheel, adjusted the mirror and placed her hands at 2 and 10. With her thumbs strumming the steering wheel, we were off and there was a small smile on her face. She loved every minute of the freedom a car gave her and the curiosity of what is around each corner.
Finally, the memory I will hold closest to me is her unwavering pride in each of us. No matter how small the achievement, she was thrilled. Even when we failed, she was the first to tell us that a new day was around the corner. She was always there. Every game. Every birthday. Every wedding. Every Graduation. I can always remember seeing her face in the crowd. There was a comfort knowing she was there.
So now, one of our greatest champions is no longer here. She won't be sitting in the crowd cheering us on any more. She isn't here to make us comfort foods or take a drive out through the country. She can't pick up the phone and talk or listen to us. The only comfort we have is that she is here, sitting among us, and proud of each one of us.
I ask you to keep her memory alive by sharing the memories and gifts she gave us. Never underestimate the power of a hug. Open your door and welcome others into your home. Make them feel welcome and warm. Exit off the freeway and take the road less traveled and exercise your curiosity. Make the foods that comfort your family and enjoy the conversation around your table. Most importantly, be proud of those in your life and champion them.
Thank you Grandma. We love you.
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Mary Emma (Tam) Huffman, 90, of Warren, IN, passed away at 5:05 AM, on Thursday, August 23, 2012 at Heritage Pointe in Warren, IN. She was born on Monday, August 29, 1921, in Warren, IN. She was the daughter of the late Merritt Tam and the late Helen (Bonifield) Tam. Mary Emma graduated from the Warren High School class of 1939. She was a Tri Kappa member. She owned the M's Shoe Spoon in Warren and worked at her father's drug store (Tams Rexall drug store) in Warren. Mary Emma belonged to the Chautauqua Club. She was a lifelong Warren resident and was a member of the Warren United Methodist Church. Survivors include: Daughter-Christine (John) Wearly of Daleville, IN. Son-Phillip (Donna) Huffman of Lafayette, IN. Son-James (Gloria) Huffman of Virginia Beach, VA. Son-Paul Huffman of Clermont, FL. Daughter-Nannette Huffman of Wildwood, IL. 5 Granddaughters-Mindy McKee, Molly O'Halloran, Emily Schwartz, Angela Kraster, Rebecca Boyd, 2 Grandsons-Jonathan Wearly, Nathan Huffman and 13 Great Grandchildren. She was preceded in Death by: Mother-Helen Irene (Bonifield) Tam, Father-Merritt W. Tam, Grandson-James "Jamie" Huffman, 2 Brothers-Robert Tam, Roger Tam, 2 Sisters-Margaret Stech, Barbara Krzmarzick. Family and friends may gather to share and remember at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel 801 Huntington Ave. Warren, IN from 2:00 PM to 8:00 PM Monday, August 27, 2012 and from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012. A service to celebrate Mary Emma's life will be at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel at 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012 with the Rev. Edwin Clark and Rev. Howard Cress officiating. Interment will follow at Woodlawn Cemetery in Warren, IN. Memorials in memory of Mary Emma may be made to: Warren Historical Society C/O Glancy Funeral Homes P.O. Box 366 Warren, IN 46792 GLANCY - H. BROWN & SON FUNERAL HOME IN CHARGE OF ARRANGEMENTS.
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Eulogy by Grandson Jonathan Wearly
From my earliest memories, I always had a special bond with my Grandma. I have to be honest; I struggled to write words to describe how much she means to me. For nearly 40 years she has been a rock in my life: Always there, Always ready to listen, and always a great source of comfort.
I know my cousins and sisters would agree when I say this. Mary Emma Huffman owned the title of Grandma. She wore it proudly. Each one of us could write many pages about our time with her and the impact she had on our lives. Today, I want to share a few memories that would be on my pages.
One of the most important pages of her memories was the home she made for each one of us. Her home was warm. It was comfortable. It was the home in which our family came together for many years. Her sprawling ranch could sleep countless children, parents, aunts, uncles and friends. In her kitchen she prepared a vast spread of food in a way only Mary Emma could deliver. Some of my fondest memories were in that house when it was full of family and friends, full of noise and full of laughter. Around her table we gathered for what seemed like a hundred different feasts or took part in heated and loud games of 31, Risk or Euchre. Her front porch was where we watched the rain pass by or bear witness to our family's pyromania during the 4th of July. We spent hours tromping through her house hunting carefully hidden Easter eggs searching for the coveted and elusive Golden Egg. Her home was the one place she knew the love and warmth of a family could wrap around her like a comfortable blanket. Once again, she has brought us together to enjoy each other's company, to laugh and be loud the way Huffmans and Tams always have.
One could write a chapter about Grandma's love for food. Each of us has a small Huffman gene in us that craves a dish Mary Emma was known for ... her biscuits and gravy, her gookie rolls, or roasted pork loin ... they were comfort foods that we have enjoyed many times over. I can remember running up the sidewalk to her house and ringing the doorbell over and over. I knew that on the other side of that door were a warm hug, a kiss and a world that any grandchild would covet. Behind those doors were canisters of candy canes, gummy bears, mints, and any article of food that promoted tooth decay. In her cabinets were sugar-coated cereals, cookies, Nutella and boxes of graham crackers. In her refrigerator was an endless supply of ice cream, pudding, chicken pot-pies and rolls from which she concocted her famous gookie rolls. There was an inherent pride in spoiling her family and grandchildren with food. I remember driving to her house late one night after college exams and waiting for me was a small roast with potatoes and homemade pie. While I ate, she sat across the table from me listening to my college stories just happy that I was there with her. Food was one of the many ways she expressed her love for each of us and I know all of us received that love at one time or another.
Some the memories that I cherish most are from the front seat of one of her many Chevrolet Caprice Classics. As one of her traveling buddies, I learned to appreciate her natural curiosity for the road less traveled. There wasn't a side dirt road or country lane that was off limits for exploration. I remember watching her grip the steering wheel calmly leading her Chevy through the curves of an offbeat mountainous road - all because that road was much more interesting than the freeway. If you really knew Grandma, her favorite road trip was down any country roads surrounding Warren. She could take this drive for hours on end and recite the names of the people who lived in each house you passed. I was with her the last time she drove ... we made our plan and drove out into the country and stopping out in the middle of nowhere. She got out of the passenger side and made her way to the driver's seat. She got behind the wheel, adjusted the mirror and placed her hands at 2 and 10. With her thumbs strumming the steering wheel, we were off and there was a small smile on her face. She loved every minute of the freedom a car gave her and the curiosity of what is around each corner.
Finally, the memory I will hold closest to me is her unwavering pride in each of us. No matter how small the achievement, she was thrilled. Even when we failed, she was the first to tell us that a new day was around the corner. She was always there. Every game. Every birthday. Every wedding. Every Graduation. I can always remember seeing her face in the crowd. There was a comfort knowing she was there.
So now, one of our greatest champions is no longer here. She won't be sitting in the crowd cheering us on any more. She isn't here to make us comfort foods or take a drive out through the country. She can't pick up the phone and talk or listen to us. The only comfort we have is that she is here, sitting among us, and proud of each one of us.
I ask you to keep her memory alive by sharing the memories and gifts she gave us. Never underestimate the power of a hug. Open your door and welcome others into your home. Make them feel welcome and warm. Exit off the freeway and take the road less traveled and exercise your curiosity. Make the foods that comfort your family and enjoy the conversation around your table. Most importantly, be proud of those in your life and champion them.
Thank you Grandma. We love you.
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Source: Glancy, H. Brown & Son Funeral Home
Mary Emma (Tam) Huffman, 90, of Warren, IN, passed away at 5:05 AM, on Thursday, August 23, 2012 at Heritage Pointe in Warren, IN. She was born on Monday, August 29, 1921, in Warren, IN. She was the daughter of the late Merritt Tam and the late Helen (Bonifield) Tam. Mary Emma graduated from the Warren High School class of 1939. She was a Tri Kappa member. She owned the M's Shoe Spoon in Warren and worked at her father's drug store (Tams Rexall drug store) in Warren. Mary Emma belonged to the Chautauqua Club. She was a lifelong Warren resident and was a member of the Warren United Methodist Church. Survivors include: Daughter-Christine (John) Wearly of Daleville, IN. Son-Phillip (Donna) Huffman of Lafayette, IN. Son-James (Gloria) Huffman of Virginia Beach, VA. Son-Paul Huffman of Clermont, FL. Daughter-Nannette Huffman of Wildwood, IL. 5 Granddaughters-Mindy McKee, Molly O'Halloran, Emily Schwartz, Angela Kraster, Rebecca Boyd, 2 Grandsons-Jonathan Wearly, Nathan Huffman and 13 Great Grandchildren. She was preceded in Death by: Mother-Helen Irene (Bonifield) Tam, Father-Merritt W. Tam, Grandson-James "Jamie" Huffman, 2 Brothers-Robert Tam, Roger Tam, 2 Sisters-Margaret Stech, Barbara Krzmarzick. Family and friends may gather to share and remember at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel 801 Huntington Ave. Warren, IN from 2:00 PM to 8:00 PM Monday, August 27, 2012 and from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012. A service to celebrate Mary Emma's life will be at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel at 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012 with the Rev. Edwin Clark and Rev. Howard Cress officiating. Interment will follow at Woodlawn Cemetery in Warren, IN. Memorials in memory of Mary Emma may be made to: Warren Historical Society C/O Glancy Funeral Homes P.O. Box 366 Warren, IN 46792 GLANCY - H. BROWN & SON FUNERAL HOME IN CHARGE OF ARRANGEMENTS.
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Eulogy by Grandson Jonathan Wearly
From my earliest memories, I always had a special bond with my Grandma. I have to be honest; I struggled to write words to describe how much she means to me. For nearly 40 years she has been a rock in my life: Always there, Always ready to listen, and always a great source of comfort.
I know my cousins and sisters would agree when I say this. Mary Emma Huffman owned the title of Grandma. She wore it proudly. Each one of us could write many pages about our time with her and the impact she had on our lives. Today, I want to share a few memories that would be on my pages.
One of the most important pages of her memories was the home she made for each one of us. Her home was warm. It was comfortable. It was the home in which our family came together for many years. Her sprawling ranch could sleep countless children, parents, aunts, uncles and friends. In her kitchen she prepared a vast spread of food in a way only Mary Emma could deliver. Some of my fondest memories were in that house when it was full of family and friends, full of noise and full of laughter. Around her table we gathered for what seemed like a hundred different feasts or took part in heated and loud games of 31, Risk or Euchre. Her front porch was where we watched the rain pass by or bear witness to our family's pyromania during the 4th of July. We spent hours tromping through her house hunting carefully hidden Easter eggs searching for the coveted and elusive Golden Egg. Her home was the one place she knew the love and warmth of a family could wrap around her like a comfortable blanket. Once again, she has brought us together to enjoy each other's company, to laugh and be loud the way Huffmans and Tams always have.
One could write a chapter about Grandma's love for food. Each of us has a small Huffman gene in us that craves a dish Mary Emma was known for ... her biscuits and gravy, her gookie rolls, or roasted pork loin ... they were comfort foods that we have enjoyed many times over. I can remember running up the sidewalk to her house and ringing the doorbell over and over. I knew that on the other side of that door were a warm hug, a kiss and a world that any grandchild would covet. Behind those doors were canisters of candy canes, gummy bears, mints, and any article of food that promoted tooth decay. In her cabinets were sugar-coated cereals, cookies, Nutella and boxes of graham crackers. In her refrigerator was an endless supply of ice cream, pudding, chicken pot-pies and rolls from which she concocted her famous gookie rolls. There was an inherent pride in spoiling her family and grandchildren with food. I remember driving to her house late one night after college exams and waiting for me was a small roast with potatoes and homemade pie. While I ate, she sat across the table from me listening to my college stories just happy that I was there with her. Food was one of the many ways she expressed her love for each of us and I know all of us received that love at one time or another.
Some the memories that I cherish most are from the front seat of one of her many Chevrolet Caprice Classics. As one of her traveling buddies, I learned to appreciate her natural curiosity for the road less traveled. There wasn't a side dirt road or country lane that was off limits for exploration. I remember watching her grip the steering wheel calmly leading her Chevy through the curves of an offbeat mountainous road - all because that road was much more interesting than the freeway. If you really knew Grandma, her favorite road trip was down any country roads surrounding Warren. She could take this drive for hours on end and recite the names of the people who lived in each house you passed. I was with her the last time she drove ... we made our plan and drove out into the country and stopping out in the middle of nowhere. She got out of the passenger side and made her way to the driver's seat. She got behind the wheel, adjusted the mirror and placed her hands at 2 and 10. With her thumbs strumming the steering wheel, we were off and there was a small smile on her face. She loved every minute of the freedom a car gave her and the curiosity of what is around each corner.
Finally, the memory I will hold closest to me is her unwavering pride in each of us. No matter how small the achievement, she was thrilled. Even when we failed, she was the first to tell us that a new day was around the corner. She was always there. Every game. Every birthday. Every wedding. Every Graduation. I can always remember seeing her face in the crowd. There was a comfort knowing she was there.
So now, one of our greatest champions is no longer here. She won't be sitting in the crowd cheering us on any more. She isn't here to make us comfort foods or take a drive out through the country. She can't pick up the phone and talk or listen to us. The only comfort we have is that she is here, sitting among us, and proud of each one of us.
I ask you to keep her memory alive by sharing the memories and gifts she gave us. Never underestimate the power of a hug. Open your door and welcome others into your home. Make them feel welcome and warm. Exit off the freeway and take the road less traveled and exercise your curiosity. Make the foods that comfort your family and enjoy the conversation around your table. Most importantly, be proud of those in your life and champion them.
Thank you Grandma. We love you.
***
Mary Emma (Tam) Huffman, 90, of Warren, IN, passed away at 5:05 AM, on Thursday, August 23, 2012 at Heritage Pointe in Warren, IN. She was born on Monday, August 29, 1921, in Warren, IN. She was the daughter of the late Merritt Tam and the late Helen (Bonifield) Tam. Mary Emma graduated from the Warren High School class of 1939. She was a Tri Kappa member. She owned the M's Shoe Spoon in Warren and worked at her father's drug store (Tams Rexall drug store) in Warren. Mary Emma belonged to the Chautauqua Club. She was a lifelong Warren resident and was a member of the Warren United Methodist Church. Survivors include: Daughter-Christine (John) Wearly of Daleville, IN. Son-Phillip (Donna) Huffman of Lafayette, IN. Son-James (Gloria) Huffman of Virginia Beach, VA. Son-Paul Huffman of Clermont, FL. Daughter-Nannette Huffman of Wildwood, IL. 5 Granddaughters-Mindy McKee, Molly O'Halloran, Emily Schwartz, Angela Kraster, Rebecca Boyd, 2 Grandsons-Jonathan Wearly, Nathan Huffman and 13 Great Grandchildren. She was preceded in Death by: Mother-Helen Irene (Bonifield) Tam, Father-Merritt W. Tam, Grandson-James "Jamie" Huffman, 2 Brothers-Robert Tam, Roger Tam, 2 Sisters-Margaret Stech, Barbara Krzmarzick. Family and friends may gather to share and remember at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel 801 Huntington Ave. Warren, IN from 2:00 PM to 8:00 PM Monday, August 27, 2012 and from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012. A service to celebrate Mary Emma's life will be at Heritage Pointe Applegate Chapel at 11:00 AM Tuesday, August 28, 2012 with the Rev. Edwin Clark and Rev. Howard Cress officiating. Interment will follow at Woodlawn Cemetery in Warren, IN. Memorials in memory of Mary Emma may be made to: Warren Historical Society C/O Glancy Funeral Homes P.O. Box 366 Warren, IN 46792 GLANCY - H. BROWN & SON FUNERAL HOME IN CHARGE OF ARRANGEMENTS.
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Eulogy by Grandson Jonathan Wearly
From my earliest memories, I always had a special bond with my Grandma. I have to be honest; I struggled to write words to describe how much she means to me. For nearly 40 years she has been a rock in my life: Always there, Always ready to listen, and always a great source of comfort.
I know my cousins and sisters would agree when I say this. Mary Emma Huffman owned the title of Grandma. She wore it proudly. Each one of us could write many pages about our time with her and the impact she had on our lives. Today, I want to share a few memories that would be on my pages.
One of the most important pages of her memories was the home she made for each one of us. Her home was warm. It was comfortable. It was the home in which our family came together for many years. Her sprawling ranch could sleep countless children, parents, aunts, uncles and friends. In her kitchen she prepared a vast spread of food in a way only Mary Emma could deliver. Some of my fondest memories were in that house when it was full of family and friends, full of noise and full of laughter. Around her table we gathered for what seemed like a hundred different feasts or took part in heated and loud games of 31, Risk or Euchre. Her front porch was where we watched the rain pass by or bear witness to our family's pyromania during the 4th of July. We spent hours tromping through her house hunting carefully hidden Easter eggs searching for the coveted and elusive Golden Egg. Her home was the one place she knew the love and warmth of a family could wrap around her like a comfortable blanket. Once again, she has brought us together to enjoy each other's company, to laugh and be loud the way Huffmans and Tams always have.
One could write a chapter about Grandma's love for food. Each of us has a small Huffman gene in us that craves a dish Mary Emma was known for ... her biscuits and gravy, her gookie rolls, or roasted pork loin ... they were comfort foods that we have enjoyed many times over. I can remember running up the sidewalk to her house and ringing the doorbell over and over. I knew that on the other side of that door were a warm hug, a kiss and a world that any grandchild would covet. Behind those doors were canisters of candy canes, gummy bears, mints, and any article of food that promoted tooth decay. In her cabinets were sugar-coated cereals, cookies, Nutella and boxes of graham crackers. In her refrigerator was an endless supply of ice cream, pudding, chicken pot-pies and rolls from which she concocted her famous gookie rolls. There was an inherent pride in spoiling her family and grandchildren with food. I remember driving to her house late one night after college exams and waiting for me was a small roast with potatoes and homemade pie. While I ate, she sat across the table from me listening to my college stories just happy that I was there with her. Food was one of the many ways she expressed her love for each of us and I know all of us received that love at one time or another.
Some the memories that I cherish most are from the front seat of one of her many Chevrolet Caprice Classics. As one of her traveling buddies, I learned to appreciate her natural curiosity for the road less traveled. There wasn't a side dirt road or country lane that was off limits for exploration. I remember watching her grip the steering wheel calmly leading her Chevy through the curves of an offbeat mountainous road - all because that road was much more interesting than the freeway. If you really knew Grandma, her favorite road trip was down any country roads surrounding Warren. She could take this drive for hours on end and recite the names of the people who lived in each house you passed. I was with her the last time she drove ... we made our plan and drove out into the country and stopping out in the middle of nowhere. She got out of the passenger side and made her way to the driver's seat. She got behind the wheel, adjusted the mirror and placed her hands at 2 and 10. With her thumbs strumming the steering wheel, we were off and there was a small smile on her face. She loved every minute of the freedom a car gave her and the curiosity of what is around each corner.
Finally, the memory I will hold closest to me is her unwavering pride in each of us. No matter how small the achievement, she was thrilled. Even when we failed, she was the first to tell us that a new day was around the corner. She was always there. Every game. Every birthday. Every wedding. Every Graduation. I can always remember seeing her face in the crowd. There was a comfort knowing she was there.
So now, one of our greatest champions is no longer here. She won't be sitting in the crowd cheering us on any more. She isn't here to make us comfort foods or take a drive out through the country. She can't pick up the phone and talk or listen to us. The only comfort we have is that she is here, sitting among us, and proud of each one of us.
I ask you to keep her memory alive by sharing the memories and gifts she gave us. Never underestimate the power of a hug. Open your door and welcome others into your home. Make them feel welcome and warm. Exit off the freeway and take the road less traveled and exercise your curiosity. Make the foods that comfort your family and enjoy the conversation around your table. Most importantly, be proud of those in your life and champion them.
Thank you Grandma. We love you.
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