Christmas is my favorite time of the year. The Christmas songs on the radio, decorating the tree, wrapping presents and cooking tons of food. It took me a while to get into the spirit this year, but I think it has finally hit me. This time of year brings great memories of my Grandmother. We would spend days baking cakes and pies in her old kitchen over my winter break.
The stove was so old, you had to light a piece of paper and stick it to the eye once you turned on the gas. It was extremely dangerous, but I don't remember my Grandmother financing anything. What I do remember is the amount of time we spent together just the two of us, talking, sharing stories and cooking up a small storm.
Maybe that is why I grew up loving the Christmas season. I will spend the next week and a half hibernating and enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of Christmas. To the handful of you who actually read this blog....
Enjoy your holidays!
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Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Missing You
Seven years ago today I received a voice mail that my Grandmother was dead. I was barely in my twenties and felt cheated that she left so early in my life. Getting that message by voice mail made the news even harder to digest.
My grandmother was like my mother and my mother is more like a sister. I’m not taking anything away from my mother, she was a mere teenager when she gave birth to me and we have grown up together over the years. “Granny” as I called her, was the woman who taught me to cook, put me on the bus in the morning, had dinner waiting when I got home in the afternoons and she made cakes with me during the holidays. You get the idea.
Every year around this time I drown in a sadness of missing my grandmother while everyone speaks of visiting their grandparents for the summer. I get mad at the world for the unfair hand I feel I was dealt and would give anything to “have one more conversation” when life seems to get the best of me.
After seven years I can finally make a cake alone without chocking myself with tears, and wrap up in the hand-made quilts she made me without crying myself to sleep.
Why the sad entry? To get someone to realize you must enjoy what you have while you still have it. If I had known I only had twenty-two short years I would have visited more, called more, just been around her more. The truly sad part is that I am the only grandchild that knew her well. I find myself using her quotes without thinking about it and referring to the talks we had to get my point across.
I’ll miss her until we meet again. Until then I hope to make her proud.
My grandmother was like my mother and my mother is more like a sister. I’m not taking anything away from my mother, she was a mere teenager when she gave birth to me and we have grown up together over the years. “Granny” as I called her, was the woman who taught me to cook, put me on the bus in the morning, had dinner waiting when I got home in the afternoons and she made cakes with me during the holidays. You get the idea.
Every year around this time I drown in a sadness of missing my grandmother while everyone speaks of visiting their grandparents for the summer. I get mad at the world for the unfair hand I feel I was dealt and would give anything to “have one more conversation” when life seems to get the best of me.
After seven years I can finally make a cake alone without chocking myself with tears, and wrap up in the hand-made quilts she made me without crying myself to sleep.
Why the sad entry? To get someone to realize you must enjoy what you have while you still have it. If I had known I only had twenty-two short years I would have visited more, called more, just been around her more. The truly sad part is that I am the only grandchild that knew her well. I find myself using her quotes without thinking about it and referring to the talks we had to get my point across.
I’ll miss her until we meet again. Until then I hope to make her proud.
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