Dear Grandma Pat, I miss you.

Patricia Jo Adams Oct. 15, 1934-May 17, 2016. She always made sure to look her best.

I lost my Grandma Pat in 2016. I wasn't as close to her as I had been growing up and in college, but we stayed in touch. She lived in Las Vegas pretty much my entire childhood, at least the parts I remember. She worked at the Golden Nugget Casino and wore glitter and gold head to toe whenever she got the chance. She was so cool! I remember she always had cool earrings to match her outfits. When she visited a few times a year, I would pick put her outfits. She had matching shoes, clothes, earrings, everything. Her hair was always curled and her makeup 💄 on point. I do remember many times waiting for her to get ready which as a kid seemed like hours but now I'm wondering if wasn't as long as I had thought.

Grandma Pat always had a lipstick pouch that was so pretty and intricate I loved looking at them all. She also always had a sequin cigarette pouch. I loved opening and closing it and the smell of it. It smelled like my grandma. Cigarettes and her perfume. I wonder what she wore. About 6 months ago I was shopping and someone walked by and I smelled her smell. I instantly teared up and almost asked her but I stopped myself. Because I'm not sure I want to know. To me, it's what my Grandma smelled like.

I remember her buying my clip on Lion King earrings when I didn't have pierced ears yet. I loved them and wore them all day and night despite how painful they were.

I often sent Grandma letters, practicing my cursive writing. You see, I'm 34, but my catholic school made us write everything in cursive. I look back now and am thankful. Because my Grandma's handwriting is beautiful and I can read it. 📚 in the letters I would often include small details of my life. The buckeye in her letter I had gotten off the playground at school. We had a buckeye tree. I remember the pouches for her makeup, the rose and the vase, the earrings....

Another thing I'll never forget was her recording books on cassette tapes and sending them to niki and I. I wish I had her sweet voice reading to us. She even included the bell sound to signal to us to turn th.

My Grandma Patty Jo, was truly one of a kind.

I had thought I had lost these letters over the years and actually have searched and dreamed of them. Today Molly asked if she could have some drawers for her fidgets. I told her I had some in the basement I needed to empty out since we moved in. I think it was meant to be because what I thought was mostly junk had some important papers in it and also the lost letters from Grandma. They were lost in between other papers and I'm surprised I found them. I'm thinking Molly and Grandma for letting me find them. Now excuse me while i reread them over and over and miss her 😔 😢 🤧 and cry my eyes out.