02 April 2011

Day Fifty-Three: Come to Mama

This is a journal entry posted in my personal journal on 7 February 2011. I am posting it here today in memory of my grandma. She would be 94 years old today. Happy birthday, Grandma.

I haven't read the book, but I saw the movie for The Notebook. It made me cry, too, thinking about my grandma, and her being in the nursing home, and all that Alzheimer’s took from us...and gave to us at the same time. The day that my grandpa died was the day that I truly witnessed how very much my grandma loved me.

I just realized it, made a connection, really. Who is it that we generally run to, or want to run to (in ideal situations), when we have a boo-boo? Mama, of course.

The day that my grandpa gave up the ghost, my grandma called me "mama".

It really rattled me, scared me, that day. I knew that I was losing her, too. But, sitting here almost 18 years later, I thank Him for that moment, a moment totally terrifying to me yet so full of love at the same time.

I wish that I had kept a notebook, a diary of my time with grandma and grandpa. Time and sickness may take everything else, but that is one 'mama' moment that will be with me until I, too, take my last breath.

53. I am thankful for my grandma and her love for me. I am thankful that she lives on in me and in my children. I am thankful for all that she shared with me about her family and thankful for the laughter shared when she told me about her Granny Williams, my great-great-grandmother. I am thankful for having two grandmothers who taught me the meaning of love, no matter how it was packaged.

One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

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  1. Beautiful, Sis. (((HUG)))
    Happy birthday, Grandma. ♥

  2. Thank you, Sis. {{{hugs}}} I though this whole "missing" thing was supposed to get easier over time. It hasn't. If anything, I miss her more as time goes on.

    Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Love you. {{{hugs}}}