Missing her
My grandma and I were very close. In fact we didn't even call her Grandma, we called her "Bobbie." Every weekend, two of the five of us would spend the night with her. Somehow I was special...I spent almost EVERY weekend with her. I LOVED my Bobbie and couldn't do most things without her. I don't think a day, or maybe two, would go by without talking to her. I remember... ...how she would let me put on makeup and nail polish. On the way home on Sunday mornings, I would be peeling off the nail polish so my parents wouldn't know. It was just between us. ...how she would feed us grapes and soup in the bathtub. And after the bath, use all her fancy powder brushes to powder our bodies. Plus the feeling of the nice, warm, night gowns that she would heat up in the dryer for us. ...her taking me to the beauty parlor every Saturday morning to sit and talk with the older ladies while Bobbie "got her hair done." ...watching Touc...