Grandma Joyce



I have a picture of my mother in my dining room. This is not the picture, but an earlier one. It is a large picture from just before she got sick. My mother passed away several years ago. To help keep from missing her I often talk to the picture. In fact when Shannon (my best cooking buddy) and I used to make bread or jam together, we used to yell at the picture to include Grandma Joyce in the cooking process. Kind of like "Did you see that Ma, she's making a mess". She would have loved it. Tonight I was helping Lauren with her homework and Lauren started complaining to "Grandma Joyce" about me clicking my pen. That I was annoying her. I started cracking up. Yes, I have now passed on my insanity to my children.