Missing Grandma

So a few weeks ago when I went to Safford, my mom gave me the things I inherited from my Grandma Udall. I didn't want much...a piece of jewelry maybe, a tablecloth, but most of all I wanted a tin cup. That may sound silly to those of you who didn't grow up playing at their house, so let me enlighten you. Grandma told us that when she was little, there was a tin cup attached to the pump at school. During recess they would all take turns pumping the water and drinking from the tin cup. She said the water always tasted so cool and delicious from that tin cup. So she always had two at her house...and as far as I can remember we fought over who got the tin cups. Because, she was right, the water seemed to taste better from them. I always wanted to be the first one to the kitchen so I could claim my tin cup. Anyway, I got one from my grandmother, I also got a pair of earrings, a tablecloth, and two glass serving bowls that came with one of her old kitchen towels in between them, so they wouldn't break. I brought my stuff home and put it all away except for the bowls and the cup. When I got to the kitchen I put a little water in the cup and took a drink, I pulled out the towel from between the bowls and smelled it. Then I cried. I miss her. I miss her humming in her kitchen when she was wiping off the counters, I miss drinking water from a tin cup in her house, I miss the way she said, "Hello this is Udalls" when she answered the phone, I miss her smell. I miss my Grandma.