Ok, I'm crying, too. Thanks so much for sharing.your story. I still miss my Mawmaw, too. She lived next door and I saw her almost every day growing up. She sewed for me and even made clothes for me when I started teaching. She taught me unconditional love. I treasure each thing I have from her.
One story I tell often is how she showed me her hands when her fingers were bent from arthritis. Her comment:
"Look, Sheri, isn't that awful? If they were bent the other way I wouldn't be able to hold my crochet hook!"
My friends say she made lemonade from lemons.