Sweet Moments = Treasured Memories
There are moments in my life where a treasured memory is made that I never want to lose. One of those occurred yesterday as I sat on a small twin size bed with a few of my cousins. I stared across the room at my Grams. Her arms are as tiny as twigs and appear just as snappable, but her hair is as spunky as her bright blue eyes. I told her I liked her short spiky hair and someone chimed in that they liked her natural grey color. She frowned and then said when she was in the hospital the last time and looked in a mirror after several weeks of being out of it a stranger was looking back at her and had even followed her home. I smile softly. As far back as I can remember, her hair was always blonde.
Last night, all of Gram’s granddaughters came together to take a picture that had never been done before. For the first time, we were all in Arizona at the same time and smiled as pictures were taken with us surrounding the one woman we all love equally – our beautiful, spirited grandmother.
After we finish taking pictures, Grams is sitting on her bed and she says, “Ok, girls, this is how a queen calls her king.” She picks up a small button and presses it. A light ringing echoes in the living room and a few seconds later my grandfather walks down the hall. My cousins and I see him approach the room and burst out laughing. Yep – that’s my good ol’ Grams.
I hadn’t been able to have a phone conversation with my Grams in months and hearing her voice, hearing her chuckle, and seeing her smile brought joy to my heart, but sadness as well. Time passes by so quickly and most days are taken for granted. Some may say letting go isn’t easy, but I’m not ever going to let go. I’ll forever be carrying her in my heart. As I finish a novel when she’s no longer physically present on this Earth, I’ll still hear her sweet English accent float through my mind saying, “Good job, my Tiffy!”
Much Love to Y’all,