She was a strong lady. She was the ROCK of the family. The Matriarch. The woman that would stand up to a bear if she had to. Told it like it was. When you'd walk into Grandma's house, she'd make sure you'd know you were welcome and to help yourself. A coo-coo clock hung on the wall, and would bless you each hour with it's presence. She also had that candy dish placed so sweetly on the table, with hard candy. Stuck together. But for you to enjoy. She prepared many Thanksgiving dinners, where you'd walk in to the aroma of her gravy and rolls baking. The Great Grandma that would show up at our house a day before Christmas, when we were 5 and 6. With her big car. Full of presents. Presents that were wrapped with that foil, shiny beautiful wrap. She bought us our first Barbie RV. Which back then had metal on it. She'd stand there with a huge smile. While we stood there with big eyes, wiggly feet and huge grins. We knew she'd make things special. And she did it not just for us. But for our Dad. You see, she raised my Dad. He didn't have the easiest upbringing. It was actually horrible. She was his rock. She shook him into shape. She made sure he knew what parenting meant. She was his Matriarch. She loved many, helped several. I remember being a little girl and traveling to Lake Isabella to visit her. She'd drive us into town, down these long winding roads, with 20 cars behind her honking....she'd never look back. I would. She wouldn't. She just keep traveling. "Let em' pass us". Grandma Drennon you will be missed. You are our family history. The stories you hold in the almost 99 years you lived. Thank you for being a rock to my Dad. He is a sad man today. He is a very sad man today. Little by little his family leaves this Earth.
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