“Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again."
Before my Grandmother passed away she would always tell us how she just wished she could go home, and that Grandpa was coming for her.... Grandpa came for Grandma on March 3rd. Grandma your finally home, no more suffering just giggles and relaxation with Gramps. We will love and miss are times with you, and I thank god everyday I got the special moments that I did with you!
Visiting Grandma and Grandpa Weaver in Buhl, Idaho,
was refreshing to me and my 5 year old soul.
Summertime just the three of us was just what I needed.
For one to two weeks at a time, memories with them can never be beaten.
Waking at morning to watch the sunrise,
with grandma and gramps right by my side.
Wearing a robe was a must for coffee and breakfast.
Grandma always wore her peach one and gave me the extra.
Feeling very grown-up in grandmas robe,
while sipping coffee and giggling and making plans where to go.
Sugar cubes were my favorite always stealing more than a few!
And Grandmas home cooked breakfast was a great bonus too…!
Afternoons were quiet and I did not mind.
Gramps on the harmonica, and Grams trimming roses outside.
We often made trips in the Lincoln to town.
Usually to Kings to see what I found.
Playing dress up in Grandmas jewelry was a delight,
but seeing gram in her curlers really gave me a fright!
Her favorite snack was toasted wheat bread w/ homemade jam.
Better than candy I’d say, I was quickly a fan.
She taught me the basics on that organ of hers.
Spending hours playing it is what I preferred.
Grandma and Gramps often together would dance.
Watching them amazed me, with their old-time romance.
To find that sort of love these days it’s rare.
The kind of love that last eternity, they were quite the pair.
Evenings were blissful with just us three.
Chillin on the couch eating cherry ice cream.
Getting ready for bed gram always read to me,
and always let me know I was welcome to squeeze in between.
Un-tucking her guest bed was almost impossible,
talk about her nursing skill she must have learned at the hospital!
Falling asleep I would giggle at Grandpa,
listening to him tease her and saying “oh ma.”
Going home to Utah with Grandma and Gramp I’d ride.
We’d stop into Snow Ville to Mollies Café and dine.
Always ordering French toast it was simply delish.
Being sad my time with them was ending, wanting to stay is what I wished!
These memories I’ll hold forever in my heart,
with Grandma and Grandpa Weaver I never will part!
