my best friend

Geez, this is a hard one. I think I would have to say Grandma Fox was my best friend. She was in her 50's when I was born. She never whipped me. She didn't have to, a stern look was all I needed. Grandma Fox taught me everything I needed to know in life. I mean, everything. She taught me how to cook. She taught me how to clean.

She taught me how to shuck corn, snap beans, and shell peas. She taught me how to bake biscuits and make jelly. She was the greatest person in the world. She was kind, but could cuss like a sailor. She was quiet, but had a left hook that would make any boxer jealous. She was a true diva. She tried to cultivate my independence.

Grandma Fox had all the 'talks' with me, even though she was from a generation where they didn't do such things. She figured she should tell before I learned the wrong way. She let me tell her things that she already knew and made me feel like I had unlocked all the world's secrets. She encouraged me to 'get my lessons' and told me the only way to get ahead in this world was to get all the knowledge I could.

She let me sit in her lap til I was about 10 or 11, only then did my mother say I shouldn't do it anymore. She let me sleep with her and Grandpa Fox til i was about 14 or so. When it stormed, she would come get in the bed with me cause she knew I was too scared to get out of my bed. She understood me.

She always told me to never let someone else make decisions for me. She told me to make up my own mind and be my own person. I hope that I am as good of a mother as she was a grandmother. She always knew when I needed a hug and an ice cold root beer. I miss her so much it

Makes. No. Sense.