19 December 2011
Gramma & Grandpa
My Gramma passed away this past Thursday so, naturally, she's been on my mind during these chaotic, pre-holiday hours...
Everyone loved my Gramma.
My Sister used to say that if we invited Gramma to something, the sun was sure to shine...it never rained when Gramma was around.
She was 93. She was born in 1918 and I, in 1978 so the last number in our ages always matched. I loved that.
I remember waiting on the front steps of my house for the first glimpse of her white car when she'd come to stay...
Games of "War" and "Go Fish" with the ancient set of gorgeous playing cards that had belonged to my Grandpa on her bed at night...
Her in the kitchen whipping up some yummy food...
How she loved butterflies...
Her smile and laugh...
How we both chewed our ice cream (something, I guess, not everyone does)...
When she would french-braid my hair...
How she enjoyed hearing my friends and I laugh...
And so much more.
When I participated in a Samhain ritual, we sang the following words:
hold me, hold me, never let me go, hold me tight like the leaves on the branches
when I die, when I die, let me fly, let me fly, like the leaves on the trees when they're falling
hold me, hold me, never let me go, hold me tight like the stars in the sky
when I die, when I die, let me fly, let me fly, like the stars in the sky when they're falling
XOXO