Christmas time is coming...

...and it's still not the same. Better than it was the first year after Maw-Maw was gone, but--

Oh, nothing's ever the same, is it?

So much has changed--Logan and Dana are older, bigger, and getting frighteningly clever at some things. My brother, Ricky, and his wife have had a daughter of their own. She's named for her Great Maw-Maw, and is over a year old, now. Three "grands" as she'd call them--just as her mother called Ricky and me. She'd be so excited, so proud, so happy to spoil them and love them senseless.

Our mother found Alabama's first Christmas album at Walmart the other day. Maw-Maw loved that group--really loved them. I love them, too, but it's hard for me to hear some of the songs. Lots of good memories wrapped up in that music, though, so I play it anyway.

*sigh*

Picture post

Maw-Maw never had gray hair--she wouldn't have stood for that. She defined, for me, what it means to grow old gracefully. In that spirit, a picture from April of 2008...before the decline kicked in so aggressively. This is how I remember our grandmother. -K

Start of blog

I'm deciding to create a blog or some type of place for my grandma Nifong who passed away July 10, 2009. She never got a chance to get on Facebook due to her health in the last 6 months or so, but she sure would have enjoyed it! So to help keep her memory alive and to generate more than just a couple of hits on a Google search that deliver her obituary because she done so much more than just die last year. Hopefully I can at least show off my wonderful grandma to the world and how special she made each person feel. She's welcomed neighbors, tenants of their small mobile home park, in-laws, parents of in-laws, grandchildren's spouses and countless other persons whom you mistaken as family....because she treated everyone really as family. To such a degree that I had cousins think she was their grandmother too. So, I hope that this blog will grow and others will have a chance to post, read, or some how share memories of Maw-Maw Nifong, Mom, or Miss Bridget.