Did you ever love someone that you couldn’t spent much time with?

That is how I felt about my Grandma Blanche.

She is my dad’s mom. She was an amazing woman. She was the mother of 8 children. She was a very talented seamstress. She worked with my Grandpa sewing men’s suits at their tailor shop. She was always a hard worker, an example of industry. I wish I had been able to ask her how she did it all?

The family lived in Spokane, Washington. When my dad was a young adult, he left home to work in California. He never went back. Opportunities came and he met and married my mom, and they moved to Utah. At the time, the main mode of communication was letters. You could call, but it was expensive, and most people didn’t use it much, unless there was an emergency. I felt at times that I wish I could see my Grandma more, or at least visit with her. She did send me a birthday card every year.

I know she loved me.

I saw my Grandma Blanche about 5 times in my life. She passed away just before my second child was born. I remember being sad that I didn’t get to know her very well, and I didn’t have the opportunity to spend more time with her. She died in the spring, and when my birthday came in November I knew that I wouldn’t receive a card in the mail from her ever again.

I miss her.

I do believe that I will see her again someday.

I will get to spend time getting to know her better and loving her. I will be able to tell her how happy I am that she is my grandma, and I am very happy about that.