My husband’s best friend in the whole, wide world was his Grandma Ruth. I was lucky enough to meet her when Chris and I first became friends in the year 2000 (hehe… how many of you just thought of Conan O’Brien?). She was a HUGE part of our life. I knew, without a doubt, that if I were ever a horrible enough person to make Chris choose between me or Granny, I would lose miserably. She had a heart of gold, a thick German accent, and was full of piss and vinegar. We lost her last November and we miss her terribly. Our life now has a hole in it, and it feels sad and strange. We are doing our best to fill that hole with happy thoughts and memories of her. Today is her Birthday. I have been thinking of her all day, so it seems appropriate to make today’s blog a short photo tribute.
Here she is… The lady, the legend, Granny Ruth.
Happy birthday Granny Ruth. We love you, and we miss you.