When I was a kid, I had the pleasure of spending many great weekends with Grandma Jan. One of our favorite activities was visiting museums around the Quad Cities. While she was probably just trying to keep her hyperactive grandson busy, she is one of the most likely reasons I still love to learn about history today.
When I was around thirteen, I remember getting a phone call from her one day. She asked what I was up to, and I told her I was trying to fix my bicycle. We talked for awhile and then said goodbye. Less than a week later, I received a short note and a check. The note said "For your new bike. Love, Grandma". Looking back on this now, I know that she probably had to sacrifice something to do this for me. I had not asked for it and my birthday was not for another 6-months.
This is just one of the many examples of how much Grandma cared about us. I believe she influenced the lives of her Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren in ways some of us may never completely understand. Grandma Jan will live on through us and the memories we cherish. She will be missed.