My grandma wasn't my grandma in the ordinary sense of the word. I didn't just see her on holidays or special occasions. I spent a lot of time with her. When I was twelve, my Grandma and Grandpa moved into an apartment in our basement. I saw her every day until I moved away to college. Even after I got married, I usually saw her several times a week. There was a time in her life where she had to be in a rehabilitation center (her worst nightmare), and I once again saw her every day. When she came home from that, I was able to help care for her. The opportunity to spend so much time with her has been a great blessing for me. She has had a huge influence on my character and the person I am today.
My grandma was a pressence in my life, and a part of who I am today. When I think about Grandma, I think about her gift to magnify the joy in her life. She had many challenges in life and it would have been easy for her to become bitter and discouraged, but she lived her life joyfully. She knew how to savor the simple things in life. Grandma taught me that there is no joy too small for celebration, whether it is from my own life or someone else’s. She wanted to be there to celebrate everything with the people she loved: a good grade, a wedding, a birthday, a good game, a new boyfriend, or a new baby. At every joyful event, I think of her, and how much she would have enjoyed it. If I had to describe her in one word, it would be love. She was full of love for everyone she knew. If she knew you, she loved you and sincerely desired your happiness. I love you Grandma and I miss you.
I miss...
Sitting on your bed and visiting.
Hearing you call me your little angel (everyone was an angel in her eyes).
Sitting on your bed and visiting.
Hearing you call me your little angel (everyone was an angel in her eyes).
Holding your hands.
The way you put all of your physical expression into your hands because the rest of your body wouldn't cooperate.
Hearing you chuckle over some mistake you made (like mixing up someone's name).
The way you would fight with Grandpa over who got to give the kids a treat.
How much you enjoyed watching the kids dance.
The way you'd always say, "I'm just being lazy" when you didn't feel good.
How you always smelled like lotion and hand sanitizer.
How you always smelled like lotion and hand sanitizer.
The way you'd apologize for your messy bed (which wasn't messy).
How you always were so grateful for every little thing.
The way you expressed your love for Grandpa. You never wanted him to feel unimportant.
Your optimism. You never gave up hope that someday you'd be walking again.
Your optimism. You never gave up hope that someday you'd be walking again.
Watching you try to straighten out your plastic sack.
The way your whole face lit up whenever someone came to see you.