I woke up this morning very early after a very interesting dream. I dreamed that my husband's grandmother, Grandmomma (Violet), was in Hammond, Indiana on Alice Avenue. This is where my Grandma (Sara) lived. Violet went to Sara's house and brought back a newspaper that was tied up with string or twine. She brought it to me. One of the headlines said something about Calumet City, but I didn't open it. In the dream I could see Grandmomma turning the corner and walking all the way back down the street. I didn't open the newspaper, but woke up after that.
I stayed in bed a little while longer, thinking about my Grandma for a few minutes. Thinking about her last days and weeks, and things that happened. I thought about my Grandpa, too. I stopped to think about that particular semester in college. It seems that after we got back to Kentucky, it was very hard to concentrate and go to school that fall. Learning to live without my Grandma was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. It changed my whole life.
My Dancer Girl is very very softhearted. She cried when her favorite cat died. She cries every time she thinks of a friend of my husband's mom who died of cancer pretty suddenly (we were going back to visit one more time, but were too late). She had only met this lady a few times, but she thinks about her and remembers her. When we found out she was sick, Dancer Girl prayed every day for her. She cried hard the first time she saw Pollyanna (you remember the sad ending, not knowing whether she would be able to walk again). She howls and cries and becomes pretty inconsolable. I know in the big perspective of life, there are some members of my husband's family, his great grandmothers, especially, who might be almost done with their journeys here on earth. I try to imagine how I will console her, and help her remember loved ones.
We try to make the most of our time and stay close and connected to all these grandmothers. I am very thankful they are close and my children know them. Now I pray they will live long enough not only to meet new baby, but for my children to really remember them and make some really great memories.
7 comments:
You should not feel sorry for folks that have lived a good life. You should pray for a good life. You should be thankful in prayer not sorrowful. You are gonna drive the world crazy feeling sorry for the sick. Break the bread and help them.
I don't understand your comment, dad, I am not feeling sorry for anyone, just thinking about life and death and remembering people.
I don't see how thinking about helping sick people will drive the world crazy, but I love you anyway, dad.
It's too bad that we can't have younger grandmas...That way they could stay in our lives longer.
Thank you, alipurr, for the lovely post about grandmas and for the links to our last July posts about my mother and your grandmother. She would have been so proud of you and your brother, and would have loved your children beyond distraction. She lives on, in the quilts and dolls that she made, the clothes, the robes, and the remembrances we have of her. I'm glad your children are growing up knowing their grandmas and grandpas, and great-grandmas. Just think, your husband's grandmothers will live to see another great-grandchild born. How lucky for us all.
Thank you for such a sweet post.
My kids are addicted to their grandmas...there's nothing cuter.
Happy Halloween to my favorite ghoul friends. Love, Grandma
That's a neat post. I wish I lived closer to my one living Grandma. And my other grandma died in the 90's, but I was too young to truly appreciate her.
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