I love and miss you grandma Irma. I miss calling you and listening to your stories for hours. I heard some of your stories probably 100 times over but they never got old. What I would give to hear you tell me about when grandpa proposed again, or when mom would pull the doilies off all of the tables when she was a baby, or when you would beat kids up for being bullies. You were always so headstrong and stubborn and you knew it too. I miss the backyard races that I would always “somehow” win. I miss drinking “coffee” with you out of my little toy cups. I miss coming over and you automatically asking if I’m hungry the second I walk in the door and 500 times after. My son will miss you keeping yogurt in your fridge and crackers at the ready whenever he came over. He will miss the legos and toys you kept in the bedroom for all of the kids. Most of all, grandma, I’ll miss you telling me you love me 5 times before getting off the phone and the multiple hugs I’d get on the way out the door. You always showed your love in one way or another and I hope I have even just one fraction of the loving nature you shared with me. I love you grandma, sweet dreams.