Granny Chorum

Granny Chorum
Today I went to my grandma’s to help with her bath as I have been doing for the last two weeks; I was not able to do it this morning as she was too weak. She looked so pale and tired, not like the grandma I am used to. Why is it we have such a hard time letting go of our loved ones, even after they have been blessed with a long life, full of people who love them , good memories and lots of kids and grandkids. My grandma is right where she needs to be with God, I should be happy that she is at a point where it is getting time to go home and be with the Father. Yet it makes me sad to think of all the things I didn’t learn and all the questions I didn’t ask, because I guess I thought I had time. Time is such a funny thing, we always think we have enough and when we don’t think we have enough we always do. I have lived on the same farm as my grandma since I was 9 years old, I have dug potatoes, shelled peas, snapped beans, picked and shucked corn, and picked tomatoes. I can’t imagine the farm without her, though I know that with my parents there, it will be a whole new world to make memories in for my kids. That thought gives me comfort, brings me peace and makes me smile. I look forward to the days they can ride the tractor to the creek with grandpa and I have a feeling that darn carry all might just drop them in the water at the crossing; it has the funniest way of doing that. I think there might just be an evening or two of fishing at the pond and catching fireflies and I am sure in a tree somewhere the will be a monkey swing.
I had the smell of coffee and bacon or pork steak frying in the mornings and a barn full of cats and a five gallon bucket full of water to cool off in, my kids will have moon pies, cherry Danish or toast, they’ll have Tucker, Hannah, a room full of lizards, birds and whatever else Grandma Chorum decides she needs. There will be Sunday dinners, Thanksgiving and Christmases sprinkled with a Fourth of July here and there. Lazy summer’s weekends and maybe just maybe Shiloh will get her own “orange lipstick”. I just hope that I am able to teach my kids that they need to ask the questions and learn all they can from their Grandma & Grandpa Chorum, because at their finger tips is a wealth of knowledge and faith they will find nowhere else.
So, as I think today of my Grandma Chorum and all the years I have had her and what a treasure she has been, with those golden kernels of knowledge that no one else would think to tell you. Cow manure will kill the pain of sting weed, coat your friend chicken in egg and flour, fry then put in oven to crisp. I don’t know anyone else who would’ve laughed when I bounced down the barn loft steps, or who would have bought me that nasty spaghetti in the can to fix for grandpa, (who I might add ate but didn’t like). Oh, the memories I will always have and what a blessing to be able to grow up next door to my grandma
. I love you grandma, I’ll see you again one day and we’ll sleep on the biggest back porch we ever seen.