As those of you who know me personally are aware, my grandmother, Beverly VanderEyk, passed away on Sunday. My grandma holds a special place in my heart; she was a kind and loving woman who always had a smile on her face when I walked through the door. Grandma was there with me during some of the most important moments in my life. She was there to cradle me when I was baptized, there to see me off to prom, there to celebrate birthdays, holidays, graduations and the purchase of my first home. One of my favorite moments was showing her a home design I drew for a project in school while studying for my Associate’s degree. I would later receive an award for the floor plan and the home was constructed just a few short blocks from where my grandma lived. I was so proud to bring her to that house and show her my little floor plan had become a reality. It’s difficult to imagine a world without my grandma; I’m still struggling to comprehend it. I decided to dedicate November’s blog post to Grandma Bev and write a little bit about the house my dad grew up in… the house I spent many a Christmases, Thanksgivings and Easters in… the house that my grandma called home.