My Grandma Peterson has always been a role model for me. I have always wanted to be like her. I always viewed her as a great woman of God and the type of person I wanted to be. She was loving but firm. While dealing with breast cancer… she had every reason to complain, ed but I can’t ever remember hearing her complain even once. She cared for her mother, Great grammie, as long as she could till the ripe old age of 104.
I remember eating breakfast with them. We ate cream of wheat, which I hated, but ate it anyway because I loved them. My grandmother watched the Clifford movies with me, even though she had seen them a trillion times. She baked with me, played with the clown and made him talk to me, and went on walks with me.
My Grandmother was a loving soul. She loved people and loved God. She is the one who inspires me.
My Grandfather told my mother that if she was half the mother that her mother was, then she would be a great mother. She is. I know that if I am even a quarter of what my grandmother was, a half of what my mother was (although I believe that my mother was MORE than half of what her mother was.) I would be a great mother.
To give you an idea of how wonderful my grandmother was… My cousins, Rebecca and Kayleigh, and my niece (who also has my great-grandmother’s 1st name) have her first name as their middle name. I was given a form of her middle name.
Name sakes live on and I hope I can be like her in more ways than one… because in everything that she did, she tried to emulate Jesus.