• MY DECEASED FAMILY •
1 . . . for my Grandma Sally. I am she. She was me. I love that there are parts of me that came from her. My eye color. My short stature. My unfortunate thighs. My unfortunate cankles. My little feet. My stubborness. Even if I'm less appreciative of bits I inherited from her, I do appreciate that when I look down at my cankles I can laugh a little because I know just where they came from. I wish that The Husband had known her. She would have loved him. She would have loved that he's tall. And she would have loved those dimples. Someday . . .
2 . . . for my Grandpa Erv. My MS-affliced, emphascema-riddled, D-Day paratrooper veteran grandfather who gave us girls lemon drops from the tupperware on the top of the refrigerator, was married to a woman whose eye color, petite staure, and sassines I inherited, smoked a pipe until my precocious five-year-old self told him to stop, always walked with a cane, grew cantelopes, wrote in handwriting we couldn't read, never missed a birthday and I never got to know as a person. I'm thankful for his service to our country and his long suffering with my Grandma. I understand she was a bit of a pain.
3 . . . for my Grandpa Jack. The more time I spend with Aunt Sue and Grandma Betty, the more I learn about my Grandpa Jack. I am grateful that despite indiscretions, my Grandma sure does love him. I'm grateful that at the end of his life, he knew what was what. I'm grateful for the photos that show how much my dad resembles his dad. I'm grateful that there will come day when I can get to know him, as he died when I was three and the only memory I have of him is an image, not an experience.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
I wish I remembered the things you do about Grandpa Erv. He was such an intriguing man, can't wait for the day I can see him again! The same for Grandpa Jack!
As for those cankles, Sal-Sal, bless your heart.
Post a Comment