I celebrate 1.30 each and every year. My grandmother, Grammy Bunny we called her, was born on this day in 1.30.30. She has passed nearly 15 years ago this coming summer. I have been writing about her alot lately. I returned to the page again today, writing and remembering followed by laughing and tears. I miss her very, very much. In celebration, I honor her today with a snapshot of free-flowing "I remember" moments:
I remember your laugh. Big belly laughs. Often leading to tears streaming down our faces.
I remember the way you left the windows open at night. All year round. You loved to breathe in the fresh air.
I remember the smell of cold cream at night. The white powder you kept in tiny decorative tins.
I remember the way the scent of your cigarette smoke permeated everything. No clothing or curtains were spared.
I remember long, deep conversations. About me, about you, about life.
I remember your Saturday morning visits. You would get your hair done and then come to visit, donuts in hand.
I remember your tenacious love for me and for our family. I can think of a few people who are lucky you are not here because you might have tried to hurt them due to any real (or perceived) harm to your family.
I remember your love for Reece's Peanut Butter Cups.
I remember how you would cheer for me and my friends at the basketball games. Wearing your team sweatshirt and sitting in the front row bleachers.
I remember lounging by the pool and your three section chair that you had to fold back and forth to get it just right.
I remember your fresh garden tomatoes and sun-soaked iced tea in the summer.
I remember curling up with you in the brown leather recliner, often scratching my back with your long nails. I remember how you used to play with your nails. I think that is where dad and I get it from.
I remember you reciting the Lord's Prayer to me before tucking me into bed.
I remember your encouragement for all my creative interests and ideas, from scrapbooking to photography. Oh, and that time you, Aunt Perriann, and I went on a day trip to get rocks for my rock collection. You filled your pocketbook full of rocks and we could barely lift the bag.
I remember how you loved the ocean. Trips to Acadia National Park and special spots at Schoodic Point.
I remember driving around in "Old Bessey" and how we got locked out that time. We sat on the curb waiting for help singing "Don't Worry, Be Happy, Don't Worry, Be Happy Now."
I remember you always, I will love you forever. Happy birthday, grammy. XOXO