Not too long ago I walked into the Command Post and the aroma that greeted me brought back a flood of over powering memories from years gone by. On that particular day, the Command Post smelled just like my maternal grandmother’s house. I only mention this because today, if she were alive, we would be celebrating the occasion of her birth.
While I have never mentioned Granny here before, she was an important part of my upbringing. She took care of us when Mom was ill and always had a soda or a cup of coffee ready when CINCHOUSE and I hit town for a well deserved and earned visit. She made CINCHOUSE feel part of the family from the first day she met her. You could count on a good and hearty meal and if you went hungry, well that was your own fault.
Granny suffered a stroke on Christmas Eve 2004 and never returned home. She had her good days and her bad days and went home to the Lord last July.
Churchmouse, you are missed.