Sometimes, a camera is better left at home…on my side table, card inside but not used.
It’s these few times, whether happy or sad, alone or with others, I must rely on my memory, on my eyes and my ability to hold a moment in my mind. These times may be even more important than past ones documented. They can’t or maybe shouldn’t be documented.
There is no way to photograph a feeling, especially in the most intimate of moments.
“The love of a mother is so strong. In this room, it’s been shared and given…my mother gave that love to me. And I am giving that same love to you.”
My mom hugged me this morning and whispered these words in my ear. My grandmother, quietly breathing in the bed beside us. My grandmother’s love has passed on and her memories will always be kept. Memories of her in her wittiest, strongest moments.
……She was the first to see me after school on the days she would take me home.
……We’d make trips to McDonalds and they always knew her order at Burger King.
……I’d pack my blue suitcase that read “Going to Grandma’s…” and I’d stay up late with her watching David Letterman at night.
……In the morning, she would make us biscuits and milk.
……She always baked my favorite homemade Strawberry cake for my birthdays.
……We’d watch Line Dancing on TV (who would have thought she’d be the one to start my love for cajun and zydeco dancing).
……And as I got older, she’d be the one to tell me she did or didn’t like my boyfriend, and her thoughts on my ripped jeans and purple streaked hair.
She taught me about honesty and many things that I’ll never even realize. And I am thankful. I am thankful for her, thankful for the love of my family, and thankful for God. Because he will keep her in his arms.
Live Simply, Love Freely,
Catherine
Ouch… That touched me… My grandmother was a mother to me and her passing last year hit me really hard… Your blog just brought it all back, but in a good way. I want you to know that I appreciate your words… Try are always inspiring.