What a tremendous feeling of loss this is. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I keep reminding myself to be grateful that i had so much time with her, and it’s helping. I’ll remember the way she loved me. Always telling me I’m the apple of her eye. How small she was but fierce and loud! Rosie made an entrance. The youngest of 7 and she bossed them all around. My first memories in this world are with her. Being silly. Singing and dancing with a hula hoop to “singing in the rain.” She would put my hair in foam curlers with the tiny papers bc I desperately wanted curly hair like hers (turns out hers weren’t natural curls either). We would watch the Wizard of Oz endlessly - which she recorded on VHS from the tv. I thought the commercials were part of the story. She taught me how to say my prayers and to always give what you can to others. She could turn anything into magic. She would tell my brother and i to say “Abracadabra!” and the garage door would open or close. For years i didnt realize she was just pressing a button. i found so much joy in her sorcery. I’ll miss our Bingo hangs followed up by a buffet - in which she always snuck food to-go. The only time she was quiet was when she would whistle - she could do that for hours. I’ll miss getting birthday cards - she always underlined the meaningful words, and i knew she spent quality time picking each card out. Her love language was cooking and cleaning. If you met her then she tried to feed you. Her kitchen was never without Sunday Sauce, and she lived for coffee and cake. She was my first best friend, and that is how I’ll always remember her. 🌹🤍 Share your favorite granma rose stories below 🌹🤍