Friday, February 11, 2011
I don't know what to write in these things...Martha is my father's mother, my grandmother. She taught me the macarana, the grape vine, and the electric slide. She was the hippest lady I knew! Granny was a gorgeous, beautiful woman, inside and out. Everyone loved her wherever she went, and she could light up a room with her smile. I remember growing up in theatre knowing Granny was an amazing actress, and hearing stories of how great she was. I am extremely thankful to have such an exquisite soul be apart of my life. Granny will be in my heart forever. She has shaped me to be the person I am today and I truly hope I make her proud. My favorite memory is when she was telling Adam and I how she met my grandpa. It was the last time I saw her, about two years ago. I am sorry for not being home for my dad during this time. Martha raised a wonderful man, that I'm proud to call my Dad.
