See you Later

This morning my Grandma Horn left.  She went to a place that is better then here.  A place full of peace and love and beauty.  She left behind three daughters, one being my mom.  I love my Grandma.  She is such a wonderful woman, one I have looked up to my whole life.
She is so sophisticated and gracious.  Her home was one of those places that was full of love the moment you walked in.  She loved to travel and she would pick up things from her travels spread throughout her home along with little pieces that my brothers and sisters and cousins had given her.  She had pictures of my mom and aunts up from graduation that looked so pretty and I always wished I could be in a picture like that.  She had all these barbies from when my mom was younger, the ones that had lashes.  Oh I loved those barbies.  I loved the unicorns she had spread throughout her house.  Ask her what her favorite animal was and she would say unicorns.  We used to try to tell her that they weren't real and she would tell us some story to say that they were.  She also loved birds.  She had one for a while but what I loved were the figurines of birds around the house.  Between the unicorns and the birds and all the other trinkets, it felt like her house was grand fairy land.  But the most majestic part was her yard.  She had the most amazing gardens.  Everything she touched grew.  As a little girl being there my imagination could go faster then any rocket.
When I was in high school I had a really bad experience with a teacher who made me loose confidence in my ability to write papers.  When I got to college and took my first English class I was required to write a paper, big surprise right.  It was a short one and the topic was our favorite childhood memory.  I was so scared but when I finally picked my topic I found the words flowing out of me.  I wrote about her garden and the joys of playing in it with My Little Ponies.  I not only got an A on the paper but the professor read the entire paper to the class saying that's what she expected from here on out.  I was so grateful for such inspiration.  I never got to give her a copy of that paper.  She probably would have liked to have read it.
One of my favorite memories with her was when we got to sleep over at her house.  She would take two of us at a time and she would take us shopping.  We got to pick out our own dinner, just a microwave dinner but we never got to eat those at home and they were so good back then.  She would also let us pick out our own box of cereal, we didn't get cold cereal too often at home.  She would let us rent our own movie, not one for the both of us but our very own so no one could tell us to get something different then what we wanted.  On top of all that we got to buy something for $10.  That was A LOT when you're a kid and I swear it could buy more then it can now.  If it wasn't our turn to go we were always so jealous of whose turn it was to stay.  It wasn't because of all the things she would buy for us, it was because of how special she made us feel. I have middle child syndrome and sometimes I felt like a number.  But Grandma never made me feel that way.  She never forgot our names, at least I never thought she did.  She would always call us "little hummer".  I see now that was her way of avoiding the "Sar...Ann...Ka... Caroline".  We all thought we were her "little hummer".
I am very wordy, can you tell?  Everyone always teased me about it.  Even Mark does still.  Whenever I would start to tell a story people would tell me to tell the short version.  Not grandma.  She would listen to me.  I loved telling her facts.  Every time we got together she would tell me to tell her a new fact.  I would save them up as I learned them to tell them to her.  She would say, "Alright Caroline, tell me something new."  She made me feel smart.  I hated school and reading but if we were going to Grandma's I would listen up or open a book so I could tell her something.  And each time she would ask for it.
I want to be like that.  I want to help people feel important. Make sure people feel loved.  She is a beautiful lady with an amazing light.  She has shared that light with me and I will take it and share it with those around me so it will never go out.  Her light will shine forever if I continue to share that love with others.
She is in a better place now, giving her love to others still.  I know that.
I love you Grandma.
See you later.