there isn’t a way to put our story into words and do it justice
and a finality in pressing “publish” that i can’t seem to come to terms with…
and passed in peace
a very few of the moments i hope to always remember…
that she gave me my first bath
playing jacks in her carport in charlotte
our back and forth pen-pal letters
flying solo to spend my 12th birthday with her and she meeting me at the airport, balloon in hand
saturday morning breakfasts- on school vacations when she’d make my scrambled eggs and then later, when dad and i would go and cook for her and the three of us would start at the day together and in the end when she wanted the company more than the food
when she’d pick me up from my acting class and we’d share clam chowder, from clancy’s, for lunch
our trip to hawaii
the subscription to VOGUE, which she’d ordered for me, but had delivered to her, so we could go through it together
our hunt for the perfect tea room- rating the linens and quiche
teaching me to sew, the right way! and together sewing my junior prom dress from fabric she’d brought back from japan 50 years earlier
then, my high school graduation dress and our last project, my wedding napkins
that she tied my wedding bouquet
sharing strawberry ice cream at cobies
when i was born, shortly after she’d lost my grandfather she’d said i was her angel-
i’d told grama we were expecting shortly before she passed and i sure hope that our baby will come into this world with some of her spirit.
i am so grateful to my mum and dad who so greatly encouraged our friendship, especially when i was very young, so that our relationship was able to blossom into what it was. i am also grateful for their selflessness in welcoming grama into our family home and becoming her caregivers as her health declined.
i can only hope to follow their example with my own children, and when it comes time to care for our parents.
i’d once posted some favorite photographs of my grandparents, in their heyday, vacationing at their favorite spot on cape cod
i tried a new pattern for myself
using the most beautiful hand-dyed merino