I know, I know. My parents keep reminding me that it has been forever since I have posted on here. They are right but I didn't have anything that was really worth posting about until this last week, and I have been avoiding writing this because it seems to make everything more finalized with me.
My dear, sweet grandmother, Myrna Birchett, passed away on March 23, 2010 just after midnight, in Chandler, AZ. This date is exactly 15 years from when her husband, Robert Birchett, passed away, and it was also my brother's birthday. That is right, both grandparents, whom my brother and I were closest to growing up both passed away on his birthday. My brother is okay with Grandma passing on his birthday, because she is in a much better place now. Anyhew my grandmother was so special to me, not just because she was the GREATEST GRANDMA EVER, but because she was a very close friend of mine. As many of you know I lived with her a few times, and I grew up only 3 blocks away from her house, so I was there a lot as a child. I was living with Grandma, when I met Matt up until I married him, then I moved back in with her during the summer of '05 while I was finishing up my degree at ASU.
My fondest memories of my Grandmother were of her praying every night and praying for every single child, grandchild, and great grandchild, and never missing one of them. Of her stuffing me to the gills with her microwave omelets with ham, green chilies and cheese with a splash of milk, which I still make them that way, sans the microwave and on the stove. Her love for cinnamon swirl toast and hot chocolate every morning while she read the newspaper. Always doing the crossword puzzles in PEN which I still try to do even to this day. Her teaching me canasta, gin rummy, speed, and solitaire and never letting me win just cause I was a kid, and I did learn to beat her and we would laugh over how long if finally took me to win a hand against her. I loved talking with her and calling her on the phone over the past few years just to see how she was doing, and her always asking when I was coming home to see her. The way she fattened up Archer when we were there, (I went out of town to visit Matt for 2 weeks and came home and Archer had to have gained at least 5 pounds.) The way that Grandma always loved my best friends and invited them into her home lovingly and fed us. I loved playing my piano for her and she always thought I played so perfectly, hence while playing at the Funeral I was so nervous because she would really know when I messed up now.
Anyhew, I have many, many more memories of my Grandmother. I will miss you so much Grandma!
~The last photo of Myrna taken. Date taken Sat. March 20th~
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