This is my Granny. She has the softest cheeks. I like to kiss them. When I go in to kiss them she starts to giggle like a little child, deep from within her belly. It’s a high pitched belly laugh though.

She raised 4 children, including my mother.  When I was in Atlanta, we would go over to her house for the holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving. She made the best collard greens that side of the Mississippi. It was an all day affair. She slow cooked them with bacon and ham. 

Her nickname for me is Pooh, because I liked Winnie the Pooh growing up. I also liked Ernie and Bert. I would make her read Ernie and Bert to me every night before I went to bed. I would run up to her and go, “Ernie and Bert, Ernie and Bert” until she read it.

When we were on my bed reading it, sometimes she would try to skip over the pages to the end because she was sick of reading the same book over and over again. So I would look her in the eyes, without saying a word, and turn the pages back to where she left off.

She has dementia now and will ask me the same questions over and over again. Maybe she’s just giving me some pay back for my Ernie and Bert tyranny. Ah…the circle of life. I guess it’s time to give some love back. 

I love my Granny. Have a Happy Mother’s Day Granny!! <3 <3 <3