My Best Friend

Man, did she love Halloween, and all holidays.

Me, Glenda, and MawMaw, Shirley Falgout (Glenda's mother)

For me, the day I found out my mother-in-law, Glenda, had cancer, was the worst day. How could I lose someone I had only had for such a little time?
I had such an amazing mother in law. Bart and I were at her house all the time...she wouldn't have it any other way. Looking back, I wonder if that was Heavenly Father helping us to have more time with her before she had to go home. Anyways, Ms. Geegah, as she was called, was so talented. She cook the best dinners ever (fried chicken, roast, spaghetti...is she cooked it, it was good), baked, kept her house clean and worked a forty hour week. She treated her boys and me, her girl, like gold, and her husband, too. Ms. Geegah would give you the shirt off her back if it would help you out. The best part about her is she was so modest that she didn't think she did things well. She just did her best and hoped it was enough.
When Bart and I got engaged, I was really worried that Ms. Geegah would be upset by not being able to go into the temple when we got married. She wasn't. She was just so excited and glad that Bart was happy that she was happy with the reception we had in Natchez, MS. Ms. Geegah was truly one of the best friends I have ever had. My love for her grew as we ran errands together, washed laundry at the laundry mat together, and even watched wrestling together.
When Ms. Geegah got sick, my world changed. Who would be there to watch my children grow up day by day? My mom lived 2 hours away, and although she is always willing to help out or participate, I had also envisioned a special place for "Grandma Geegah" in my unborn children's lives. How would I ever be able to make her famous fried chicken? Who would listen to my silly rants and remind me to be more like Christ?
(This is a picture Bart's Aunt Sue found online after Ms. Geegah had passed away. The woman looks just like Glenda, and the baby looked a lot like Brennan)
Suddenly I was faced with the fact that life isn't always as you plan it to be, that things can change in the twinkling of an eye, and that the good die young.
Looking back, a little over five years after Ms. Glenda passed away, I am grateful for every minute I had with her. When we still lived in Baton Rouge, I would pass places we had went and smile, I would attend the Christmas Relief Society Enrichment and think about how much Ms. Geegah enjoyed them. I hope that my children were able to spend a little time with her in heaven, so they could have her in their lives.
Luckily, Bart is a lot like his mom (in some ways), so they can have a taste of her through him. It still isn't the same, so it is up to us to share memories "Grandma Geegah who is an angel" with Brennan and Jackson.

Okay, so this post is kind of all over the place and maybe doesn't make since, but I have wanted to share Ms. Glenda with y'all for a while, so now is as good a time as any.

Now, if she'd just stop holding our daughter hostage, we'd be so excited...