I’ve never been one to take my family or time with them for granted, so it was real bummer when my Gma passed away two years ago. Not only was she one of my best buddies, I know I inherited her brutal honesty, ornery streak and love of having my fingernails polished.
To celebrate what would have been her 94 birthday today, an ode to my Gma the great!
Always one to laugh at surprises…
…you took to my photobombing like it was one of your most treasured prizes.
You never let anyone forget…
…when it was time to celebrate you bigger than the national debt.
I learned from the best…
…how to celebrate my life full of zest.
Now seriously Gma, you taught me to party harder than Mae West.
A love of leopard you instilled….
…which is now being passed down to the next generation, who’s thrilled.
It’s so fun you two met at a skating rink…
…even if after 44 years you still had to steal kisses quicker than an eye blink.
Although I took after Gpa avoiding kisses, rather craving a hard drink…
…you always insisted on showing your love, making sure everyone was in sync.
Beauty sleep and a hairnet was apparently all that you needed…
…but truly it was your hair ‘dos that always succeeded.
So it was with glasses and confidence that I superseded…
…the grace and confidence that you always heeded.
I wish I would have felt more impeded.
The Iowa State Fair you never did love,
probably because you couldn’t wear foot gloves.
It will never be the same, not bringing you a corn dog…
…and discussing how I ate my way through the fair like a prize-winning hog.
Circled blacked out dates always meant you had a companion…
…you always loved attention bigger than the Grand Canyon.
Attending every homemade Christmas pageant we made…
…and most likely secretly prayed…
…that I would never end up a lonely old maid.
The first to pass of five sisters, who lived out their misters,
…you loved being pampered more than a fever blister.
Your nails were painted the day before you passed…
…and Jell-O shots without you will seem so miscast.
Regardless of view near or afar, life will never be the same…
…without you as my shining rock star.
Cowboys and Crossbones 
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