I know a lot of people here me talk about my grandma quite often. I was sitting here wondering how many people know to history as to why I am so crazy about mam-ma. So, I decided to write about it.
Grandma was the shining star in my life when I was little. I just loved to go see grandpa and grandma every opportunity I could. I spent countless nights in their home (even though I would get homesick, hehe!). We laughed and played..... When I cried and pouted I sometimes got mam-mas tough love. I would wash dishes and was so excited to get a whole dollar! :-) We would eat bologna sandwiches, or ballpark hot dogs. Those were the days!!! Sometimes grandma would come and get me on Fridays when I got a little older. We would go get her hair done, go to the grocery, and get a hamburger.
Seasons change and life moves on...... I quickly became a teenager, and the things that used to mean the most to me just slowly didn't fit into my world any longer. My priorities changed, and I found myself spending less time with grandma. When you are young you think that everything stays the same. But, then you look up you realize that time has moved on. Nothing ever stays the same. I always thought grandma would be there sitting in her house waiting for me.
Tony and I met when I was 17, Fall 2000. When we meet my priorities changed again. I found myself no longer wanting to do some of the things I did before we meet. Life had a little bit more meaning to it. However, I was still lonely, miserable, and trying to find myself. I remember taking Tony over to meet grandma a few times.
Early 2001 before Jesus touched me, grandma got sick. She was so bad off that it was decided to put her in the nursing home. We thought she was not going to pull through. I was heartbroke. So many years wasted. All these regrets and now grandma is going to go away? I remember those times of going to visit with her. She looked so frail and pitiful. She would not talk, eat, or get out of bed. I would go visit her and try to make up for lost time, but I still had so many "shoulda coulda woulda's"
Summer 2001 Jesus touched me. He gave me a new life. It was worth living. I had hope, and was happy!!! I could now live a life for other people that was empty of regrets if I followed the Spirit of God. Somewhere during this time I remember talking to the Lord about mam-ma and praying for her. I remember praying and asking God if He would give me a second chance with grandma. That He would let her live, so I could finally spend the time with her that I had lost. I missed her, and didn't want regrets. Well, guess what happened? Grandma got better!!!! Thank you Jesus! She became a totally different person. She still had to live in the nursing home, but she was content and made the most out of her time.
I have made double time with mam-ma in the past 6 years. I have thoroughly made the most of my times with her, and have very much enjoyed her. She has enjoyed our visits as well. She is a lovely grandma to have. I have told her about the holy Ghost and some 
testimonies. I know she doesn't understand sometimes about the Spirit, but I know she loves what she feels. I wouldn't trade my memories and times with grandma. They have helped me grow and have made me learn to appreciate everything and everyone around me.
I am so very thankful that Jesus has given me this second chance with mam-ma. She will be 88 (I think ;-) ) in April. And to see that beautiful smile on her face that I know Jesus put there is enough to keep me going back to see her. I hope that before she goes away, Jesus will fill her with the holy Ghost. That is my hearts desire.
She is just my sweet "mam-ma" to me, and that is why I love her.
