This is my Great Great Grandmother, Martha Elizabeth. The story goes, when my Grandma was born, she was blue and not breathing. G.G.Grandma was helping her daughter deliver her baby as was customary since babies were rarely born in a hospital in the 1920's. Great Grandma Ada was of course very upset when she realized her baby made no sound and didn't have that pretty pink skin. G.G. Grandma took the baby and held her tightly to her chest, gently massaging her tiny body and talking to her very softly. After about 10 minutes I'm told, the baby began crying. She was given the name Martha Elizabeth in honor of her Grandma who saved her life. You know me, I love family stories.
This is Great Grandma Ada and Great Grandpa Frank. And here she is, Martha Elizabeth, my Grandma. It's still ok to have a hero when you're in your 30's right?

I've never watched someone I love so much slip away bit by bit. As much as I love her, as much as I don't want her to hurt...I'm not ready to let go. Time is so precious, and so short and so very fleeting. I was talking to a dear friend the other day. She was telling me that her daughter still wants to climb into her lap and for her to make everything better. ~smiles~I know the feeling, because all I want to do is crawl up in Grandma's lap and smell the lotion on her soft hands as she wraps her arms around me. It's the safest place in the world to be. Ya'll will have to forgive me this one post, I've had so much going on lately I feel on emotional overload and don't have a great venue of ways to get rid of it, so the blog is it. It has taken more than an hour to write this post! LOL Well I think I've clouded my eyes enough for one night. I promise a much cheerier blog tomorrow!