This weekend Bryan’s Grandmother passed away. So for us it’s been kind of a long and tiring few days. I never realized how blessed I am to have multitudes of Grandmas. Yes, I do mean multitudes, at least in the sense that I happen to have many more than most. Lets see, there’s my Dad’s Mom who is very hip and I am often accused of forgetting that she’s forty years older than me. Then there’s my Mom’s Mom whom I love for her warm, home-cooked meals and her cookies. My Dad’s stepmom who I don’t see that often but I’m still really fond of. Then there’s my pseudo-Grandma on my biological Dad’s side of the family and my biological Grandma (who doesn’t speak to me but still exists) on that side as well. Then there is also the family who “adopted” me in college (hint: I’ve turned into the oldest of three siblings in that family) and in turn the grandparents have adopted me as well. So I have another Grandmother who makes the best apple pie in the world and I mean that and another Grandma whose flower creations amaze me and who always has time for tea and a big hug. And then don’t forget the other Grandma whose sense of fashion amazes me!
So, all in all, I think I have a few Grandmas to share with my husband who has now lost both of his within a year of each other. And I know of at least one who has definitely adopted him as her own….

