This morning my grandma passed away. Its a funny thing losing a grandparent. When my grandfather died, I didn't shed a single tear. Last night when I called my mom and was told my grandmother was on her way out, I couldn't keep the tears from coming. And when I think about it, its not because I will miss her and having her in my life (and for that matter didn't miss my grandfather). Truth be told she's been gone emotionally for a number of years now. Now that she has passed physically from this world however, its like I sense a loss of some other kind. Like a tremendous buffer that I once had is gone, that the perfection of child hood is really over. You see my grandma loved me unconditionally, really, honestly and truly unconditionally. She and my grandfather always crowed over my sister and I, about how beautiful we were, and how smart we were, etc, etc... And its not that we were particularly smart, or beautiful, its that some one, honestly and truly believed we were. And don't get me wrong, my parents were amazing and loved me similarly. But parents have to correct you and be the bad guy. Aside from wanting to put Vicks up my nose when I was sick, I don't ever remember my grandma correcting me or telling me what to do. That wasn't her job. I think when you know you're loved by some one, it makes you stand a little taller, a little stronger, knowing that some one thinks your perfect, makes you feel less like crap when other people don't. Its a buffer. So I decided I was going to start a list here of all the non-remarkable things my grandma did. Because what made her great was not that she did anything super fantastic, it was how she loved us in all the seemingly unremarkable ways.
My grandma: put big chunks of cheese in my vegetable soup, made me cinnamon toast at 4 in the morning, played scrabble with us out on her deck, always had a pyrex pitcher of tea on her counter, taught me how to crochet and made me blanket after blanket, believed every stitch was a kiss, made mint tea from the garden, knew how to make the longest peels when peeling apples, froze everything under the sun and always had some soup in the freezer, made Easter bunny cakes with flaked coconut and even added raisins trailing behind the bunny, scratched my back for hours and hours and hours and hours, never let us walk around with out socks on because we'd get a cold, called me honey.. called everybody honey, played cards for hours, threw noodles on the wall to see if they were done, loved my grandfather for over 50 years of marriage, grew raspberries in her back yard, burnt the skins off of peppers, always packed us sandwiches and cookies for the ride home (even if you were afraid to eat the ham in the dark for fear of the gristle-y bites), used terms like "creamy good" and "creamy rich", tried to put Vicks up my nose, used to bring an air mattress and sleep on our living room floor and wait for us to lay on it and deflate it, ....
i understand. my grandfather is living but gone. the day i realized it i mourned him as though he had died. i loved this.
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