i miss you.

when i was growing up and i would have my friends drop me off, i used to stand right in front of the door and ring the doorbell. my grandma would alwayyys check the window next to the door to see who was there since we didn't have a peep hole and since i was standing in front of the door she couldn't see me. no matter how many times i did it, she was still surprised when she opened the door and i was face to face with her! she'd always say "oh, hi dear!"

about a month into living in new york city i did a crazy thing and purchased a plane ticket the night before take off and flew home. my friend kalie picked me up from the airport and dropped me off at my dads. i hid my suitcase behind me, hid behind the door and rang the doorbell. my gran came to the door and when she looked out the window and didn't see anyone, she opened the door. her face went white and it looked like she had seen a ghost. she was so taken back! she had a hard time wrapping her mind around me actually being there, in the flesh! after she got over the initial shock, she was excited and immediately offered to make me some lunch.

we took this picture just a few minutes after i'd surprised her at the door. 

i miss her so much. i so badly want to call her and hear her cheerful voice and little laugh. at 87 she was still way too spunky and sassy. she was the best, the very best.