It's been quite a few years since she was a daily part of my life, but now that she is Gone
(at least for the moment), I find myself suddenly missing her at the oddest moments. It is in those trivial moments, when you suddenly and very clearly hear that long-thought-forgotten voice ring out so loudly that you realize how large a figure she loomed in your life. How many things she touched-- directly or indirectly, for good or bad. The music, the gardening, the birds, the snowball fights, the laughter, the yodeling. Also the paranoia of Fat, the shame of a runny nose in church, the sly whack on the rear as you run through the kitchen. And the fart jokes. Although those tend to shift from column to column depending on how eight-grade-y I'm feeling at the moment.
All the things, good and bad, that were
(are) Her are also part of Me. And every so often I remember and I miss her. And there's this nagging little ache in my middle. Then it's gone and life goes on.
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4 comments:
I know exactly what you mean. The littlest thing can bring back memories of my Gramma I hadn't though of in YEARS.....
I feel much the same way. <3
I've been missing my grandma so much, lately. I know that part of that is the fact that I've been teaching my 8-year-old how to crochet. And I was approximately 7 or 8 when my grandmother sat with me and patiently watched me tangle the yarn between my fingers, making a mess before I finally (FINALLY!) got the hang of it. She watched for years and then, even on her deathbed, she would ask me to hold my work over her chest (I was making a baby afghan at the time) so she could feel the stitches and inspect my work. This was only one part of our relationship, but it seems so many memories are popping up all the time. It is so very sad that my children don't get to grow up with such an amazing woman. ::sniff:: I miss her is all. Guess it's time to blog it. Thanks so much for the beautiful thoughts this morning!
yup.
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