One of the sweetest people I have ever known was my grandmother. This is my mom's mom, and she passed away 22 years ago, but to this day she is still widely remembered in the town where she and my grandfather lived all their lives. Lily was a wonderful homemaker. She was the best cook, a talented flower gardener, and a creative crafter. Some of my favorite memories of spending time with her involved cooking. Oh, the food! She could do anything in the kitchen from baking a perfectly formed loaf of bread, seemingly effortlessly, to crafting the most delicate, dainty divinities and cookies almost too pretty to eat. All of my aunts would ask her for recipes, and those were passed on to the grandchildren over the years, and now to the great grandchildren. At one time we even created a 'family cookbook,' and most of those recipes came from my grandmother. Other fond memories involving my grandmother were when she would tell me and my sister bedtime stories. She used to make up these little fairy stories, if you will, about a family of squirrels who supposedly lived in a hollow stump at the edge of their back lawn, along the treeline. These stories delighted us and filled our heads with endless daydreams and ideas for games of our own. My sister and I used to spend a lot of time at my grandparents' house when both my parents were working. We enjoyed the time there, making our own fun or being entertained by Grandma Lily. I will always look back on those years as precious, and would give anything to go back in time and relive just one day again. I still miss her very much.