Kellie Pickler: My Grandma My Angel

I missed my grandma terribly—but singing brought her back to me.

By Kellie Pickler, Nashville, Tennessee

As appeared in

They say the best songs—especially the best country songs—come from the heart. I'm here to tell you that's true, and then some. Last year I was a contestant on TV's American Idol. Competing against thousands of singers, I made it to the top six before being voted off, and was grateful to have come so far. Right away offers came in from big Nashville songwriters to write material for me. I was flattered, but in the end I figured I had to try telling my own story my own way. After all, country singing is about life. Real life. And who's going to be better at talking about my life than me?

Country songs are also about heartaches, and I've had my share of those. Most folks know by now that I had some tough times as a kid. My mom took off when I was two. My dad was in and out of jail. Neither one of them gave me much to write inspiring songs about. That job was left to someone else. A lady named Faye Pickler. My grandmother. I dedicated my first album, Small Town Girl, to her. The last song on the album, "My Angel," tells the whole story. There's an old dirt driveway I mention in that song. It ran straight from the main road to the front door of Grandma and Grandpa's house. Grandma had an easy chair that looked out the big front window, and her view went straight to the street. Whoever was coming, she could see from a long way off.

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Grandma could see a lot of other things coming too. Like what I was heading for in life. My dad's house was right across the way, just a big field between the two, with a path running through it. After Mom took off and Dad's troubles got worse, I got to know that path pretty well. Seemed I was running toward Grandma's more often than heading home. Life was confusing back then, and I didn't ever know what to expect from one minute to the next. By the time I started school, I was living with Grandma and Grandpa full-time. There was a little shelf of kids' books right inside their door. My favorite was a songbook full of hymns. Amazing Grace, Jesus Loves Me, all those old favorites.

Grandma and I would sit together on the porch with that book in our laps and sing our way right through it. I got lost in those songs. If I was feeling sad, mixed-up or scared before we started, by the time we were a couple bars in, my troubles took a backseat. There was a power at work in those songs that you can't put words to—that you just feel in your bones. I knew Grandma felt it too. Grandma used those times to help me build up my confidence—something any child from a broken family can always use a little extra of.

Everyday when I got off the school bus, there was one thing I could count on: Grandma. She was at the end of that old dirt driveway, waiting just for me. Year in and year out. No matter what. When I stepped off that bus I knew I'd see her—either looking out from the big picture window or, if the weather was warm, standing in the front yard. She was always there.

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I read this several years ago in the magazine.

My husband is always calling me silly or pet names. While I was reading the part about daffodils being the flower of hope, my husband called me a new pet name from the next room. He said, "Daffodil!" I told him he was not going to believe what I had just been reading.

Wow! It was like the section called Mysterious Ways!

Kellie,that was such a good testimony of God really dose have special angles for us.I just read this on 12/24/2011,it real Bless Me on this Christmas Eve.I know your Grandma is so proud of you.What a big smile she has on her face as she see her beatifically granddaughter singing and serving God in a great way.I am so glad you took that leap of faith and make that trip to Greensboro North Carolina.You also Blessing the world with your amazing voice.I live in Wake Forest,NC.And of course we proud of Scott y.He live you i believe is a good Christian young man.God Bless You Always,and thank again for share your story.Ester Yates.