Today marks 18 years that I’ve lived without my Grandmother.
She kept me rooted with sound advice like “mind your own bee’s wax” and “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
She drilled into me the idea that you always pay your debts first then buy things you need, if there’s anything left, buy the things you want.
Save for a rainy day.
Stock up when things are on sale.
Keep your pantry full.
She encouraged me to branch out. She & Grandpa helped me find and pay for my first car. When I moved out on my own, she was there to help. But always allowing me the space to pay her back-earning my own way, not charity. I never felt deprived but I had to make hard choices sometimes.
Good life lessons.
Blessed memory.
Alaska on my mind... 