Grandmothers are amazing! They have such an impact on their grandchildren. I had 2 wonderful biological grandmothers... Maw maw Corbin and Maw maw Marlow. We visited them regularly but did not live close to them. God saw fit to bless me with a Grandma though. I can't remember exactly how she came to be a part of our family, I just remember she was always there. Her name was Lucille Panhorst. To me, she was my Grandma... to others, she may have been a bit much to deal with :) She was opinionated, strict, didn't mind telling on the kids she saw "misbehav'n". Grandma worked in the cafeteria and lived on the property there where my parents worked and we went to school so I saw her every day. Most of the time I would even go by and see her after school. She lived in a one room little apartment that was always a total mess. There were things everywhere, but I loved it. I didn't have to worry about messing anything up :) There was always a puzzle out on the table, her big black Bible and her stack of cards and letters she was currently writing. She had the gift of writing. She loved sending cards for any occasion. I think of her often! She was a BIG part of my growing up life. A few years after Jeff and I were married Jeff lovingly called Grandma Panhorst my "angel". She was my Grandma at our wedding. Yesterday, I found out my "angel" Grandma went home to be with her Jesus. I know she is enjoying Heaven SO MUCH!!! So my mind is filled with so many memories. I'm so blessed that my parents opened our home to her, I know she had to give them a hard time ha ha. She was also VERY appreciative of all their care. My mom would roll her hair and "set" it on Saturdays. My dad kept her car serviced. I remember that car well, she would come pick me up and we would go paint the town. Actually, we would drive far out in to the country or to the nursing home to visit her friends. Many times she would take me to see my friend. I looked forward to our times together. I talked as much as she did so we would just talk away. I loved her hugs. She always smelled like bleach. She would clean the cafeteria with bleach and her hands would be dry and very clean. Typically Grandma would come over every Sunday, or at least go to lunch with us. It was just understood, I don't even remember anyone asking her... although that could have happened because I lived in my own little world most of time, and she was ok with that. In November of 2008 I was blessed to get to know another Grandma... Grandma Joan. What I didn't know was that as I was saying goodbye to Grandma Joan this past January, Grandma Panhorst was also getting ready to leave this earthly home. Heaven is a sweeter place. Maybe all my Grandmas are sit'n there having a feast!
