Everyone knew her as Bunny. Thinking back, I don't think I have ever heard anyone call her by her first name. It was always Bunny.
Grandma Bunny was my great grandmother. She had one daughter, Barbara Jean. And through "Bobbie" Grandma Bunny had four granddaughters, twelve great grandchildren, and roughly twenty great-great grandchildren. The number is still rising. :-) She had a large family, and she loved it.
Growing up I remember traveling to Arizona to visit Grandma Bunny. Then about eleven years ago my family and I moved to Arizona and she became a big part of our lives. My mom started taking care of Grandma soon after we moved there. The kids and I would take turns going over with Mom to clean Grandma's house and go to lunch. She loved going to cafes.
One day a boy decided to move down to Arizona so he could be closer to me. Grandma Bunny offered her home to my future husband. She woke him up one minute before his alarm every.single.morning and there was always a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice waiting for him at the breakfast table. Because she knew he loved it. :-)
After I got married, moved away, and started having children, Grandma Bunny had to come with the family when the babies were due. She had to help! She insisted on washing the dishes for us. Granted we had to re-wash them . . . but it's the thought that counts. :-)
On Friday morning Grandma Bunny went Home to be with Jesus. She was ready. I am so happy for her! But I miss her so much already.