Sometimes I miss my grandmother so much, the wound feels as fresh as the day she died. The holidays are tough of course. I miss calling and asking her whether or not I need to cook her Christmas egg bake covered or uncovered. I never thought to write that down. It was easier to ask. I miss the way she told stories - even the funny ones made her cry. (We're all a bit weepy in my family. I love that about us.)
I have the most beautiful photograph of my grandmother. She's sitting in her kitchen at her usual spot, surrounded by the things she loved, a cup of coffee in front of her weathered hands, and a knowing smile on her face. It reminds me of a little poem she wrote in one of her journals:
My first thought in the morning's light,
Is of some coffee, black and hot.
To me, there is no finer sight,
Than coffee perking in a pot!
You all know I'm not a coffee lover, but what I wouldn't give to walk into my grandmother's kitchen for one more visit.... one more story shared over a cup of coffee. :)
3 comments:
Holidays are always hard when you're missing someone who passed. My grandmother died right before Christmas (during my finals week one year in college, actually -- geez, Grandma, very inconvienent) and I remember how weird that Christmas was.
I'm not much for real life, physical hugs, but I can extend a virtual one: ((HUG))
I know how hard it is when we loose someone we love. Just remember that she is always with you wherever you go. Big hug!!!
That memory was so sweet. I can't stop missing her and dad too, everyday. And most days I still cry. Like today when I read your blog. Like last night when I got up in the night and drank a glass of water looking at that photo. What I wouldn't give for one more day with them both! So I could ask all the questions and write down all the answers. One more chance to say I'm sorry for whatever I didn't do. A chance to say I love you, so much. And tell them they were the best parents in the whole world. And to just hug them!
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