Candace Koller
I remember having weekend sleepovers at Granny's house. I loved it when it was just me and her. She would always make the best food. I always looked forward to playing with the toys she kept in the office room for us kids. Going to Granny's house was always a magical time. I loved the smell of woolite that came from her laundry. I loved sitting out on that great big patio with her in the early morning while we played with the dog Hunter and she would talk about Jesus. I loved coming to her house so I could prune her flower bushes. She would pay me for it and tell me what a good job I did, and it made me feel so good. I just wanted to please her. I loved Christmas time at Granny's house. She always had the most fun and beautiful decorations. Every year I looked forward to the elf ski jump she would keep on display in the dining room next to her big white tree. To this day, I have never seen a tree as beautifully nostalgic as my Granny's tree. I miss watching Shirley Temple movies with her. She had a big collection, and she would always put one on for me to watch when I came over. I miss sleeping in Granny's bed on her cool, soft sheets. It felt so good to be snuggled up next to my Granny while we would fall asleep watching old Nick at Nite TV show reruns. Granny, I miss you so. I love you. I'll see you in heaven someday with Papa and Cody.