My grandmother, who all her grandkids called "Memom", recently passed away a few months ago and yesterday was her birthday. In honor of that (even though a day late) I thought I would share one of my favorite stories I have of her.
When I was about 5 years old, my mom threw out her back and became bed-ridden. My dad traveled for work at the time so Memom came to California to help out. Well, Memom couldn't do anything right as far as I was concerned. She didn't make my oatmeal right, I didn't like what she made me wear, etc. She wasn't doing things 'the way my mom did them.' Needless to say Memom was at her wits end with me, especially after one morning I put up such a fuss all the way to school. When she came to pick me up that day, I got into the car and had a very serious look on my face when I turned to her and said, "Memom, you know you're not God." And without missing a beat in her southern Texas twang she said "No I'm not but I'm next in line and you better do as I says." I sat there with a defeated and disgruntled look on my face and for the rest of Memom's visit 'I did as she says.'
Memom always got a kick out of telling this story and so I do.
Happy Birthday Memom
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