Earning My Grandmother’s Cookbooks
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Being Grandma
By Kristi Adams

Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete.
~Marcy DeMaree

Not so very long ago, my grandmother asked a question that floored me. “What do you think you’d want of mine once I die?”

We were sitting in her kitchen, the bright Texas sun already hot enough that we’d made sun tea on the back patio by 10:00 a.m.

I took a long sip of my iced tea, sweeter than spun sugar, and tried to fight the stone-like lump of grief now in my throat.

“I don’t really know,” I stammered and tried to change the subject. Although she was well into her nineties, and I knew that we’d been gifted with many precious years together, I wasn’t ready to discuss the inevitable.

But on that scorching August morning, she refused to accept my evasiveness. (Keep reading)