Happy Birthday, MeMaw.

Time doesn't heal all wounds or sense of loss.

Today would have been my grandmother's 91st birthday.

It's going on 5 years and I still think I can wish her back.

She was such an original...she ALWAYS had an opinion...good, bad, or ugly.

She raised me and made me into who I am...good, bad, or ugly...LOL.

I look at my girls and think how much she would have loved them, and how sad I am for them that they will not know her the way I did.

Catarina can remember her and Claudia asks when I'm going to take her to see MeMaw Hall's grave. I always say that I'm going to do it, but have never been back myself...and don't know when I can make myself do it...I guess I'll put it off until I have to face it FOR THEM.

We all know that I like to correlate music to events, time, people, etc...MeMaw is no different. Although, this correlation may crack you up. I always think of my Granny when I hear ELVIS...but not b/c she loved him...LOL. She couldn't stand him. (Sorry, KR...I know he's from Mississippi...LOL) I find it soooo funny. She had 12 kids and all their names started with an "E"...but one of the greatest musicians of all time irked her...and she would proudly tell you that none of her boys were marred with the name Elvis.

Happy Birthday, Granny!

Thanks to you, I didn't end up in the ghetto (in the ghetto...y'all sang it, too, didn't ya?...LOL)

Love, the granddaughter that LOVES you most (heehee),

Christy