Today

We spend a lot of our time outside doing this:

Memories

I am going to start posting random memories when I remember them, because this blog really is for us and our posterity. The above picture is of Brad and I, sometime during the summer of 2007, I think (either '07 or '06.) We were at the Kennecot Coppermines behind Brian and Tia's house in South Jordan, Utah.

When I was on my live-in during study abroad I stayed in Scotland with a wonderful woman named Pat. I couldn't understand half of what she said because of her accent. I also felt really silly most of the time because of the way she served food. For breakfast one morning she brought me a hard boiled egg on this little egg holder/pedestal. When I looked confused she told me to "bash it with your spoon." That night she told me she was making "pasta with bolognase sauce." I found out that meant spaghetti with meat sauce.

These are the 4 memories I have of my grandma Robertson: When we lived in California, I was about 5, she came to visit us. She took Matthew and I for a walk around the neighborhood, by the public pool. It was fall and she told us to crunch as many leaves as we could. So we jumped on every leaf in our path, it was fun.
When I was about 11, she came to live with us. Her alzheimer's had developed and she couldn't live on her own any more. One morning I went downstairs to see that she had put my clothes on. I was horrified, and remember complaining to my mom that she was going to stretch my t-shirt out. My mom was patient with both of us and fixed the problem. Shortly after then she moved to a home.
I was 12, staying home from school sick. My parent's had been visiting grandma all day so I was alone. The phone rang and I answered it. They asked for my parents, they weren't home. She left the message with me, that grandma had died. I felt strange all day, not knowing how to feel or react. We knew it was coming, but I felt sad and happy at the same time.
About a week later we were in Wyoming for her funeral. I met a whole bunch of people I didn't know, but mom did. We sat in the funeral parlour for a long time. Then we went to look at her. I was scared. I remember my dad's hand on my shoulder the whole time. While she was alive she had looked confused and trapped; now she looked peaceful and happy. I was glad. I cried for a while.
I am really excited to one day be able to meet my grandma and learn all of her quirks...and sewing tricks!