What a wonderful Christmas we had with my grandmother, Grammie.  I was able to get her picture with her three great-grandsons:  Jesse age 9, Bryan age 4, and Cameron age 5. 

This was her last Christmas.  A house fire early on New Year's Day took her life.  But I am not here right now to dwell on her death, but rather her life.

She was born December 14, 1933.  There was already a big brother, Tom, in the family.  Since she was given her mother's name of Hazel Rebecca, she went by her middle name and everyone called her Becky.

Her Senior picture in 1950

While still a senior, she married my grandfather in March of 1951, right before he went off to Korea.  She was only 17.  Only 3 days after her 18th birthday she gave birth to my dad.

She was a busy mother of three as well as an army wife.  Here they are in Italy.  The baby Uncle Doug, Aunt Bessie and Dad.

She was involved in Girl Scouts since the 1950's.  And she loved to bowl. 

When I came on the scene I was almost 2 years old when my mother married her son.  He later adopted me but I was her granddaughter before they even got married.  Some people say I even take after dad and her side of the family.  It's neat how God works those things out.

I was the first of three granddaughters and the first to call her Grammie.  The name was used by many.  The Girl Scouts called her Grammie.  They called her Grammie at the bowling alley she worked at for over 18 years.  Almost everyone knew her as Grammie.

Grammie and Grandpa Sarge in the early 80's

She had just celebrated her 73rd birthday and was still very active.  73 sounds so old but 73 didn't fit Grammie.  She still had not slowed down very much.  She was still bowling and working to help her stay active.  We are going to miss her dearly.

Please pray for my Uncle Doug.  He lived with Grammie and is in the hospital burn unit now being treated for second degree burns and smoke inhalation.  And there are many pieces and details to take care of with a house fire and death.