My maternal grandmother passed away Sunday after a long fight with Lupus(no clue if I spelled it right). My Grandma Wamsley was a beautiful woman who never went anywhere without her candy apple red lipstick. Even when she has been hospitalized,which has been a lot, that is one of the first things she ever wants from home. That and a good cup of coffee, which she drinks several cups every morning of. And which when I a little girl, and we would visit once every three years for one month, I would race to wake up in the morning to make her coffee.
Grandma taught me the best place to hide a gun(in the bra) where no one would suspect and I swear you couldn't tell that she hid a little pistol. She taught my brothers and sisters the best places to find old green glass, and arrow heads, and all the wonders of camping in the high uintah mountains. She was never so happy as when she was in the mountains with nothing more than a radio and a very occasional visitor.
My grandma was an incredibly loyal friend. She loved poetry and wrote many poems. Quite a few on whatever she could find at the time inspiration struck. My favorite on is called a "card for any day." She took me to get my ears pierced whether my mo wanted her to or not.
She and I have very different personalities and often ran out of things to talk about but she was my link to a stable world outside of the military as a child. Grandma was strict and didn't accept excuses. I miss her already.
I know that she is happier now and she is with my grandpa whom I never knew. And in one year her work will be done in the temple to seal all of us together as a family. Until then, Grandma, goodbye.
August in the Leake Home
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