I remember so much about Bummie and just don't remember her not being part of my life. Growing up we saw her every Sunday and many times during the week.
I remember:
1. She would stick up for me no matter what and loved me no matter what I did as I did nothing wrong in her eyes. My mom could be so angry and she would always say I did not nothing wrong or did not mean it.
2. She loved to give the kids their bottles, even if they weighed more than her.
3. Sleeping over at her house and her putting "sand" in my eyes to make me sleep.
Wish you were still her Bummie so we could have celebrated your birthday with you!
Bummie and Harper
Bummie and Grandma Beda at our wedding "dancing" to Franz Bentler.
Bummie, Grandma Beda and my dad with Tate at his Christening.
Bummie and Grandma Beda at Tate's Christening.
Joe and Bummie.
Bummie giving Tate a bottle -- he may weigh more than her at this point.
A Sunday afternoon in the yard for Dinner.
Bummie and my mom.
Sunday Dinner.
Rachel's mom, Bummie and Grandma Beda at Annie's baby shower at the Ritz.
Visiting Bummie in the nursing home.
Bummie!
Happy Birthday Bummie. We went to the nursing home to celebrate her birthday with her. I remember the girls had so much fun handing out cake to everyone. We had pink roses on the cake because Bummie loved roses.
Holding Tate.
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