I woke up dreaming about my granny this morning. She’s who I call my Cotton Granny here on Corn and Cotton.
She went on to heaven eight years ago today. My mother, my boys (technically my uncles but more like brothers; one of which is no longer with us either), and myself sat with her during her last hours. I’ve never done something so difficult.
I thank God that I can finally hear her voice again. It was too hard for a few years, but it’s back. She wasn’t perfect, but she was amazing. I thank her for my strong sense of family.
It was my Granny that got me started in family history. One day I’ll write the complete story of how we would sit discussing her family. How as her memory faded she only remembered the good in everyone and every situation. One day it won’t feel so personal, and I will be able to write it. It is, however, fitting that I get to end Family History Month each year with a day in my Granny’s life.
In so many ways she changed my life forever – holes in biscuits for syrup; my deep love of Georgia; cousins that I miss every day; a crazy strong faith; a Bible story book that is falling apart; blankets made my hand; my love of crochet; sayings that make my family smile; an unbelievable “mama bear” response that kicked in even when I was an adult dealing with grown up situations of my own; photos of her measuring my daughter’s feet the day she was born; tomato soup; Diagnosis Murder on television; the Atlanta Braves; fuzzy slippers; and so much more.
You can find my Granny sprinkled throughout Corn and Cotton Genealogy. She’s my profile picture on social media. She lives in each family story. She’s my connection to the past. And, if you want to learn more about her you can simply search my blog for, “Cortez.”
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