Monday, September 12, 2011
My grandmother was very worried. (I failed to bring delight.) Eventually she asked if I was crying because of her health? I shook my head up and down slightly as I smiled at her. She told me not to worry. She said she had the best team of doctors and she was going to fight to get better. I sat next to her for a bit longer as she held my hand. I eventually regained my ability to speak and I told her I loved her. She told me that I had been sweet my whole life, and she wondered how her grandson got to be so sweet? We laughed. We hugged. I started running through my life with her...
Do you remember when I walked to your classroom after school?
Do you remember when you were my 4th grade English teacher?
Do you remember all those trips to the museums?
Do you remember Sunday lunches? Your dinner rolls?
Do you remember the cabin in the country? The tornado?
Do you remember, do you remember, do you remember...
By the end of our conversation, I hope, she had forgotten that I was the crying mess she was trying to comfort. We ended my visit with "I love yous," and she wanted to know, specifically, when I'd be back to visit.