i found out yesterday that my grandmother passed away. i felt weird. when my grandma brookhiser passed away two years ago i was sad. i cried. i rushed to iowa. i missed her. yesterday when i got the call i felt sad. but mostly i felt weird. like i should be sadder. like i should "do" something. i didn't know what to do.
i liked going to grandma smith's on christmas eve when i was little. my favorite part was the singing, walking rudolph the red nosed reindeer with the light up nose. i liked spending the day at her house when i had the chicken pox. i liked visiting her and reading her endless stacks of the national enquirer and star. this was before i knew they were fiction. i liked hearing really funny stories about her boys when they were young. grandma smith knew how to tell a story. i liked receiving a full size candy bar when i trick-or-treated at her house.
Grandma Smith,
Thank you for being my grandmother. For teaching me the valuable lesson of humor. And thank you for the sense of humor that I like to think I inherited from you. Thanks for all the Christmas Eve dinners, for telling all the funny stories, and for taking care of me when I had the chicken pox.
Sincerely,
Brooke
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Brooke, I'm so sorry to hear this. I liked reading your memories of her. She sounds like a fun person. And if you did inherit her humor, she musta been a riot! Love ya.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for your loss....hoping the weird feeling has passed....
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