Hey Grams,
Well, first off, you're probably absolutely thrilled that I'm writing an entire article dedicated to you. And even more thrilled that it's being posted to "the net," as you like to call it. You'll probably invite the entire neighborhood over for afternoon tea and serve them your homemade cookies, all the while showing off a printed version of this very article. Everyone will pretend to think it's interesting while you continue to gloat. But that's what I love about you.
Actually, it's one of many quirks I love about you. You have taught me so much about life and how to live mine to the fullest, all in ways that may not be politically correct, but are accurate nonetheless.
For starters, you're the original enforcer of "no ragrets." You don't need it tattooed across your chest to live every day by that motto. You just do. Maybe it's something that comes with age, but you're not afraid to say what's on your mind, no matter who it might offend. Even if it means offending one of your longest friends, you're not afraid to take the low blow if you're defending your honor.
On days when I'm stuck in a slump and don't want to get out of bed, you let me know "It's better to be a has been than a never been." Although it sounds silly, it's absolutely true! You tell me that it's important to make an impact on this earth and make long lasting memories. This tip, although you had no idea at the time and were probably just kidding around, holds the most impact in my life. It especially applies now, as I am wrapping up my senior year of college. In the eyes of TCU, I'm about to be a "has been." My story won't be as important as new students create their own and the tradition continues. So I really have to make the most of my time.
Finally, you taught me there is no such thing as too many cookies. Cookies are the way to people's hearts (and stomachs). If you can master a few delicious cookie recipes, you're set for life. It'll get you out of many mistakes, arguments, or misunderstandings, as well as help you build long lasting friendships. Sometimes I wonder why you're such a good baker. Maybe you burned so many bridges that it was your last hope? With you, I wouldn't be surprised. But you always get yourself out of it. You always persevere.
So thank you, Grandma. Thanks for being a pistol and teaching me how to conquer the world, one cookie at a time.
Love,
Your favorite (and only) granddaughter.
