O boy do I have a lot of memories, where do I start?
My brother, Chris, and cousin Brian, grew up on the lake with gramme every summer. She would let us go out on the boat, but she always had the binoculars in her hands watching us.
Gramme had old clothes in the basement from her and Pa, and the three of us would come upstairs dressed up in these clothes that were all 5 x's too big on us. We'd all end up tripping up the stairs. By the time we got up the stairs she would be laughing so hard she'd have tissues wiping the tears from her eyes.
Her Elvis poster on the back of her door was the best.
Brian, Chris and I learned how to drive in her Jeep on the back roads on the wet leaves. You can only imagine where the rear of the car went when we flew around the corners.
As I got older I brought my 2 girls up to the lake so they could have some of the memories I do. All the photos I took of them with gramme, Mandi playing hairdresser and putting grams hair in rollers and Justine as a baby sucked on her knee when teething.
Gramme, even when you took your ride in the lake with the golf cart with Justine, your spirits were always high. I miss you to pieces and know I will have a guardian angel looking over me at all times. All the memories you have given me I will bring back to you when we see each other again.
Sweet dreams my gramme, I love you, xoxoxo Becker
