Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Gma Pat

I think of her often. My grandma, my dad's mom. Actually, I'm lucky enough to still have both of my grandmothers. A fortune I am very aware of and so completely grateful for.

She's still here, living with her husband of 62 years (a husband who turned NINETY this week!). Sometimes I get sad that I don't see them more, but try not to dwell on that. Focus on the positive, that's what I'm trying to do.

I identify with my grandma, her mom too. I think I look like them.

It's my grandma's hands that make me think of her most. When I'm sitting at the table, a mug of something warm. My hands go to the napkin or coaster and sort of slide it back and forth while I sit. And then I think of grandma Pat and how she does that too. I wonder if she's doing it that very minute. Then I smile.

I put my thumb to my mouth, sort of resting it on the spot where my teeth are crooked. I do it all the time while I think. Just like Grandma.

It will be something that stays with me my whole life. I'm just sure.

I only hope my life can be as long and full and wonderful as the one she is living. That I can convey the peace, the contentment, the calm that she does.

Better visit grandma this holiday, I think maybe I'm missing her just now. 

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Grandma's mom, that's me on her lap.
(This is one picture I didn't have to make sepia, time has done that all on its own.)



Grandpa, Grandma, and me. Confirmation Day, 1991
Gee! Those are some puffy sleeves, Mel.

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3 comments:

Jenifer said...

It is amazing how family traits carry on in the next generations. I am sure your Grandmas are proud to see themselves in you.

I think I had many, many dresses with sleeves like that!

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Aliki2006 said...

Sweet, sweet post. I think about my grandmother's hands and ams, too. It's amazing how we remember and recognize traits.