Patricia McCrossan is my grandmother. The way I remember it, she was a caring, kind soul who would do anything for anyone to help her family. She was an artist with unimaginable skill (I'll put in a picture of her artwork), and Candy Crush master. She always let me finish her coke, (Even if she had just started drinking it) was willing to draw me and my three siblings a whole coloring book if we asked, and was just a good person. Whenever Thanksgiving rolled around, she would make sure it was perfect-from the turkey to the stuffing, which I foolishly never tried. She loved Linzer cookies (the ones with the jam in them), and was always happy to have us tag along when she was baking something in the kitchen. Some of my greatest memories of her were making jello with her. Raspberry, lime, or lemon, she loved making jello with and for us. She was also a master of gifts. Everytime she came over, she would bring something for all of us. Usually, it was the little toys that you put and water and grew overnight, which we all loved, my brother Jamie especially. One day, when she was over, I was maybe four or five. I mentioned that all I wanted was to have curly hair, which, at the time, I obsessed over (and part of me still does) curly hair. Gramma promised to bring me curlers, which she always forgot (but I didn't really care.). One day, five years ago, when I was in first grade, she finally brought the curlers. They were little tubes of pink and blue foam (that I still use sometimes...) that made my hair bouncy and curly. I loved them and wore them as often as possible. But the best gift my gramma got us was her. She could light up a room just by walking in, and was, by far, the most social and funniest person at family gatherings. She cooed over her younger grandchildren and talked endlessly with the older ones. We all loved her so, so much.
My gramma was youthful and beautiful, up until the end, in a hospital, surrounded by her loving children, siblings, and husband. We all miss and love her, so, so much. May God bless your soul. I love you, Gramma.
