Let me introduce you to my sweet mom, and her mom, my Grannie...My mom... well, there just aren't enough words to tell you about this wonderful woman and the sacrificial love she carries in her heart for her family and those she loves. She's living this love out daily in caring for my Grannie who has been diagnosed with Parkinson's and all the myriad of physical ailments that come along with it. The example she is daily in the time, energy and love she pours out on her mother is amazing. And on days like today I miss my mommy (there I said it) and there's no particular reason... I just do.
But it's the integrity she has that makes me miss her (selfishly, there... I said it) because of the time that it takes to care for my Grannie. So today rather than focus on the time I miss out on with my mom... I took the time to remember how much I love my Grannie, and how I miss her too...
Parkinson's is a heart breaking disease. There is no other way to say it. It has robbed me of the woman I used to know and stolen so many of the things I love about her. When stressful days like today happened in college, I had somewhere to run to... my Grannie and Papa's house. I always knew that I could pick up the phone and come running (ok, driving 45 minutes up highway 67 if you want to be literal :) to the house that I knew from my birth. The house that had the garden out back full of fresh tomatoes and green beans, that showed me how disciplined and hard working my grandparents were. The kitchen that gave me so many hours with my Grannie, so many wonderful memories. The way she peeled potatoes, the way she always washed her wooden handled knives by hand to keep them looking beautiful :) the pinch of brown sugar that she added to her green beans, the first time she passed me a grapefruit spoon (I thought she was the coolest :) and the freezer full of peaches and pie crusts just waiting for her granddaughter to request a peach cobbler. We stood upon that floor for hours, bumping hips as we stood side by side cooking, laughing, and making memories. The living room that we sat in to watch grandparent shows like Wheel of Fortune, Iron Chef, and basically any other cooking show my Papa could find to watch :) The bedroom that was always made up and ready for me if I needed to spend the night.
When they sold that house it was so hard for me because every memory I have of them was wrapped up in those walls. And today, as my Grannie is in ICU (recovering well from pulmonary complications from PD) it hit me so hard how much I miss that sweet woman... her laugh... her ways.
When we lived in Bolivia it was hard because we were so far away, so removed... and now it's so hard because we're so close, and it's so real. I will miss her even more when God calls her home, but the missing has already started as the woman that I loved, and still love, is not the same at all...
So Grannie, know that I love you, know that I am so grateful for all that you taught me about the love of cooking and preparing meals for your family and those you love, for the art of a fun craft, for the way that you were faithful to Papa for all the years we were blessed to have him with us, and for the hugs that I usually forced on you :) but that you got used to over time, and eventually came to love (at least I've convinced myself you did :) God bless you sweet woman... and thank you for your biggest blessing in my life, your daughter, my mom :)
You have a most beautiful heritage of women in your life. I know that is a major contributing factor in your formation as a most amazing woman. I pray that you are comforted in this time of missing what used to be and the now of touching reality. You are loved, Laura.
ReplyDeleteWow...this got me. I know all too well what it is like to start missing someone who is still there. I hate Parkinson's, Laura. I had forgotten that Grannie had it. I'll be praying for her, for your mom as she cares for her, and for all your family. That is one ugly disease, isn't it? I love you.
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