I saw it every day when we lived in the apartment, but it was packed into a box and somewhat forgotten about.
When I came across it a few days ago, it brought tears and a smile at the same time.
Tears because I will never see her again. Tears because Maddie may not remember her like I want her to. Tears because the world was a better place with her in it.
And I smiled because I will see her one day. And because I do remember everything she meant to me. And because heaven is the perfect place for her.
I'm talking about my favorite picture of my grandmother with 3 of her 10 great-grandchildren. It was taken last summer and hung on my refrigerator until we moved.
I wish I had more of her. More pictures. More hour long conversations about nothing. More Coca-cola cake. More Sunday afternoon lunches with the family.
More moments like these.
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7 comments:
How lucky you are to have moments and memories captured on film and in your heart.
Yum...Coca-Cola Cake?
I think I want some of that!
I've been missing my Grandma a lot lately. I wish I could go back in time just for a visit.
I know it's hard, her memories will live on through you.
I cried openly today when I saw a picture of her with my two girls. It just hit me hard, I cannot imagine what it is like for Daddy. Thanks for your thoughts.
It is wonderful you have wonderful memories of this grand lady. No matter how many days you had with her it wouldn't have been enough. She'll come alive to your daughter through your stories.
Dear Sis, Mallory brought me a book to read last night at about 9:30 knowing bed time was an hour earlier. I was not happy and didn't want to read it. Of course, it was Snow White, a little off-brand book that I could have done without until I looked inside. There it was: "To Mallory, Love, MawMaw". She asked me what was wrong and I told her she got the book at Christmas from her and she started to cry, too. We really miss her but know we will see her again. I thought to myself - how selfish I am of my time. I then read the book and she read it back to me. Memories.
I can remember my grandmother so clearly and am missing her very much this week. She died five years ago on Saturday. It was a hard day... very hard indeed. She never got to meet her great-grandson.
Anyhow, such a nice post.
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