Not very often did I get to see my grandmother, as she lives in South Carolina.
I always cherished these moments with her, watching and learning from her.
Then spoke “ Go a head, speak your mind so it will be from the heart.” I did just that thanking my mother and father for there guidance through out my life.
I was thankful for the meal and ride that I got to the school bus everyday from my grandparents.
Headed strait toward the kitchen, we passed the living room, with a set of couches and a lone piano.
Passing by the well lit dinning room, my mouth watered and eye peeked to see what types food my aunts and grandmother had made.Slippers robe and a bright face, she rubbed me on the back and observed the trash my sister and I had made.Times like these make me realize one thing I’m lucky.Arriving in the kitchen we all greeted each other as if we hadn’t seen each other in years.Long kisses on the forehead and hugs from my aunts, along with the strong grip hand shake from my uncles.Grandma told me that she was out in the back yard and suggested I visit her.She slowly turned and made her way to the back sliding door.Following her to the back sliding door, I noticed that all the same colorful paintings and family photographs still hang on the walls.Pepper was at the edge of the wooden deck rolled up in a ball, her head resting between her two paws.She was playing some 50's jazz music on her antique phonograph like always.I asked how Pepper , my grandmas pet Dalmatian, was doing.