100 years.

My Grandma, who was known on this earth as Florence, but was called "Flossie", is 100 years old today.

Oh, how I wish she were still with us.  There are just so many things I want to say about her, so I'm going to.

• She loved babies.  And kitties and puppies and anything little.  And they always loved her back.
• She was kind.
• Her fingers had the softest, squishiest pads on them.  I could play with the softness that was her hands for hours.
• One day, she took me to the dentist.  They told me that I couldn't eat for a half-hour afterward, so we went to her house and I watched Sesame Street. 
• Another day, we moved the furniture around in her house so we could vacuum her living room floor.  She kept telling me how strong I was and what a good helper I was to move the furniture with her.  I felt so strong and happy making her house clean.
• She loved to shop at Ream's. And she could never turn down the ice-cream counter at the front of the store.
• She liked to eat hamburgers at Wendy's.  I can still remember how good felt to eat a hamburger with my grandma.
• Our house had a hummingbird feeder in the kitchen window.  During the summer, when we would invite her to dinner, she would always sit with her back to the window.  I can remember exclaiming over the hummingbirds that would come to eat and her always turning around too slowly and missing the hummingbirds.
• She lived with us for a while.  She had a caretaker person come during the day.  One day, she locked the caretaker in the closet.  I have no idea how she did this, but it makes me giggle a little.
• During her bout with Alzheimer's, she did some interesting things.  She one day told my mom in a clandestine conversation that that "man" who was there all day was a "mean boss."  That mean boss was my dad.  I find this sweet and sad at the same time.
• I used to make her tickle my arms and legs for hours while we sat on her living room couch.
• When I would sleep over at my grandma and grandpa's house, I would sleep in a roll away bed they put between their beds.  I would have to stifle giggles when they would fart, because I was scared that they would think I was rude (because they didn't laugh at the farts.  But I couldn't help myself.) 
• The roll away bed was always covered in a quilt my grandma's mom, Amy, had made.  My sister Amy now has that lovely quilt, and my mom has the sewing machine it was made on.  (I have a different, unfinished quilt made by my other great-grandma and her sewing machine.  I love the symmetry of it!)
• She lived with Alzheimer's for 7 long years, and passed away when I was 15.

I could go on and on.  I miss her so much.  I can't wait for the reunion we will have one day.

Happy Birthday, Grandma.  I love you.