Anna M. Aquino

  My grandmother moved in with Jesus over 5 years ago. When I was a little girl, she used to sneak me out of the house if I’d gotten in trouble.   We used to go get a McDonald’s Happy Meal and eat it at the Harding Memorial.   I still remember rolling down the hill in a huge cardboard dryer box (which I did hear that all of that is officially illegal now.)   No matter how old I was her excuse for any deviant behavior I had was, “She’s only such and such years old.”   Yea I don’t think that excuse still works.     I inherited a lot of her kitchen extras.   You know what I mean, those random cooking tools that one rarely buys but somehow they end up in the drawer.   My family and I are in the midst of several transitions and a lot of my things are still packed in boxes.   I only unpacked the bare minimum when we moved a few months ago.   I have no idea where my crock pot is.   I think it’s in a box somewhere between my c...

My grandmother has been moved in with Jesus for over three years now, and I think about her every day. My grandmother really cared and loved me. I never doubted that. She took time for me, and made an effort. In the summer’s we’d go to Harding Memorial in Marion, Ohio and we’d have a picnic of Happy Meals on the steps and sometimes have dryer boxes that we could roll down the hill. She once got me out of my parents’ house when I was in trouble and sent to my room, because I called her and told her to come get me. There were shopping trips, car rides, and hours of her just listening to me talk. The memories I have of her are priceless. Time with her was so much more than things or stuff, but they were hours she invested in me. Even in the years I lived across the country we still talked often, she sent cards, and she went out of her way to make memories even though the location distance was great. I knew she cared. I miss her. We live in such a fast pace society. Our families are gett...