October is significant to me because it is the month of my birth.
And now it’s the month that I lost my grandma who took her last breaths yesterday.
I will remember her every time:
I fry chicken.
I once asked her why she fried SO MUCH chicken all the time. She, just a few weeks ago, laughed at me for lamenting my short order chicken fry specialist status.
I knit, crochet or sew a stitch.
My crafty genes came from her. I know that she found true delight in my ability to make things with my hands. Just as she did.
When I see a truly stupid commercial.
She had a special hatred for what she called foolishness on TV, today.
When I have to tell a story.
She was a GREAT gossipy storyteller.
When I make up silly words.
She had a personal vocab of made up words that were truly inspired.
When motherhood gets hard.
She told me that she was proud of the kind of parent I became. And that she respected that I did what I had to do for my children without complaint. I hope to continue making her proud.
When I take time for myself.
She never got the chance to just be. She took over raising me and my sister when she was done with parenting small people and she kept taking care of other people right up until the end.
When I wear her jewelry.
I already felt her presence when I donned her bracelets and necklaces. I’m sure I’ll feel her even more, now.
When I look in the mirror.
I might look like my father, but I have her eyes.
When I write my name.
Her first is my middle one.
When I take a breath.
Because we’re all here because we came from her.
I will think of you constantly, grandma. I will remember more things than I can list here.
I love and I miss you already.
Your condolences and good thoughts really mean a lot to me. It is so comforting to know that you had my back.