I had posted this on Facebook last year. Yesterday morning it popped up in my memories. I didn’t want it to get lost in Facebook land, so I’m reposting it here.
A Tribute to beautiful women, who made me who I am.
I can’t remember her face anymore, or how her voice sounds. I try to grasp on to those memories of her, but they fade away like the wind. The pictures of her are at an arm's reach, but the pain of losing her is much stronger. I’m boxing with myself as I rekindle those memories. Some memories are too painful to continue with. The times she made me smile, the times she made laugh. She was a woman who saw right through you.
Grandma, I wish you could have stayed. I could have learned so much more from you. I was only in my teens when God called you home. I was naive then. No one knew better than I did. Now that I am a mature woman, I can only dream of sitting beside you and hearing your wisdom.
Grandma, do you remember when we used to take your mats and lay them down the stairs to the rec room, and my sister and I would slide down them? Do you remember when we used to put them around the pool table, to build a fort? We would finally get them to stand up on their own, and we then we would run to find the next best thing to entertain us?
Grandma, remember when we used to hide in your bathroom to play in your make up? You would stay calm at the mess me we made. You called it creativity. You taught me to be myself.
Remember when we used to play in your backyard? The swing set that would allow us to fly and touch the sky? Remember when we would try to slide down the highest slide ever, only to putt slowly because it was rusted. We would run into your home crying. You would calm us down and say, “I have an idea.” You would give us a piece of wax paper to sit on as we slid down. Boy, we sure flew down fast after that. You taught me nothing is too old.
Grandma, remember when we used to sneak off into your closet and play in your high heels? I found my first love that day. Delilah. Grandma remember when I would love her so much her arm or head would fall off? You were the only surgeon to make her feel better. You taught me how to preserve the right things.
Grandma, remember when we used to go thrift store shopping? You would tell us every time that we are not getting anything. We would always come back with something small. You taught me how to give and receive gifts.
Grandma, remember when you took us camping, and I got lost? You told me I could go anywhere in the campground and ask for you, and they would know who you were. That next year you bought the owl lights for the motorhome, and we knew how to find you. You taught me to never give up.
Grandma, do you remember when I was so smart in middle school, that I made my parent’s so furious. You took me for a week or more to whip me into shape. Grandma, remember that week you taught me how to be responsible. You taught me how to walk to the corner store and rent a VHS. You taught me how to rewind the VHS and make sure it goes back to the local store when we are done. You taught me to be responsible.
Grandma, remember when you taught us to drive the mopeds? Remember when I crashed? You were at my side immediately nursing me back to health. You said, “Screw that thing, I don’t care if there are scratches it gives it more character. I care about you.” You taught me how to love.
Grandma, remember when we used to come over every weekend and snowmobile? We would race through Plain, race down the strip, go on long rides. Those were the fun days. You taught me how to have fun and enjoy God’s beauty.
Grandma, remember when I told you I was getting married. You told me to not take shit from anyone. You said I was beautiful the way I was. You told me, I don’t have to impress anyone. Grandma, I’m still working on those. But I was smart enough to listen then. Grandma, I’m still married to that Man! You taught me to be me.
Grandma, remember when God was calling you home. I asked you if you believed? You said, “I never did before, but now I do. Grandma, you taught to want God! Thank you, Grandma, for all that you have taught me. Thank you, Grandma, for helping me grow up.
Today I was able to remember her, today I was able to remember her face, who she was and what she did for me.
A Tribute to beautiful women, who made me who I am.
I can’t remember her face anymore, or how her voice sounds. I try to grasp on to those memories of her, but they fade away like the wind. The pictures of her are at an arm's reach, but the pain of losing her is much stronger. I’m boxing with myself as I rekindle those memories. Some memories are too painful to continue with. The times she made me smile, the times she made laugh. She was a woman who saw right through you.
Grandma, I wish you could have stayed. I could have learned so much more from you. I was only in my teens when God called you home. I was naive then. No one knew better than I did. Now that I am a mature woman, I can only dream of sitting beside you and hearing your wisdom.
Grandma, do you remember when we used to take your mats and lay them down the stairs to the rec room, and my sister and I would slide down them? Do you remember when we used to put them around the pool table, to build a fort? We would finally get them to stand up on their own, and we then we would run to find the next best thing to entertain us?
Grandma, remember when we used to hide in your bathroom to play in your make up? You would stay calm at the mess me we made. You called it creativity. You taught me to be myself.
Remember when we used to play in your backyard? The swing set that would allow us to fly and touch the sky? Remember when we would try to slide down the highest slide ever, only to putt slowly because it was rusted. We would run into your home crying. You would calm us down and say, “I have an idea.” You would give us a piece of wax paper to sit on as we slid down. Boy, we sure flew down fast after that. You taught me nothing is too old.
Grandma, remember when we used to sneak off into your closet and play in your high heels? I found my first love that day. Delilah. Grandma remember when I would love her so much her arm or head would fall off? You were the only surgeon to make her feel better. You taught me how to preserve the right things.
Grandma, remember when we used to go thrift store shopping? You would tell us every time that we are not getting anything. We would always come back with something small. You taught me how to give and receive gifts.
Grandma, remember when you took us camping, and I got lost? You told me I could go anywhere in the campground and ask for you, and they would know who you were. That next year you bought the owl lights for the motorhome, and we knew how to find you. You taught me to never give up.
Grandma, do you remember when I was so smart in middle school, that I made my parent’s so furious. You took me for a week or more to whip me into shape. Grandma, remember that week you taught me how to be responsible. You taught me how to walk to the corner store and rent a VHS. You taught me how to rewind the VHS and make sure it goes back to the local store when we are done. You taught me to be responsible.
Grandma, remember when you taught us to drive the mopeds? Remember when I crashed? You were at my side immediately nursing me back to health. You said, “Screw that thing, I don’t care if there are scratches it gives it more character. I care about you.” You taught me how to love.
Grandma, remember when we used to come over every weekend and snowmobile? We would race through Plain, race down the strip, go on long rides. Those were the fun days. You taught me how to have fun and enjoy God’s beauty.
Grandma, remember when I told you I was getting married. You told me to not take shit from anyone. You said I was beautiful the way I was. You told me, I don’t have to impress anyone. Grandma, I’m still working on those. But I was smart enough to listen then. Grandma, I’m still married to that Man! You taught me to be me.
Grandma, remember when God was calling you home. I asked you if you believed? You said, “I never did before, but now I do. Grandma, you taught to want God! Thank you, Grandma, for all that you have taught me. Thank you, Grandma, for helping me grow up.
Today I was able to remember her, today I was able to remember her face, who she was and what she did for me.
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