My sweet grandma passed away yesterday at the age of 91. We were so blessed to have her for so many years and memories. It helps my mom and I so much to know that she is reunited with her wonderful husband and two sons, and we know that she is celebrating with God this morning.
Even though she lived so far away in Milwaukee, we were fortunate that she spent many winters "flying south" to Houston to be with us. One of my favorite memories of her was a night that she cooked dinner for us. Being from Wisconsin, the land of beer and cheese, she decided that she was going to share the delicacy of beer and cheese soup with us.
We sat down to the table and began to eat, and I couldn't help but pause as I took my first bite. "This is a pretty strange soup...." I was thinking....but no one else dare said anything so I kept my mouth shut. All of the sudden my grandma stopped eating and yelled...
"Oh crap, I forgot the cheese!" Beer and cheese soup with no cheese..... a meal to be remembered.