Husband started sneezing tonight and it reminded me of my grandfather. My grandfather would never sneeze once or twice. No, sometimes it reached 10-15 times in a row. Especially after he ate soup on Saturday afternoons and who do you think liked to put his soup in his bowl? That's right me. Of course he liked it with pepper and I enjoyed putting a little extra into it. He always would go into a sneezing fit. My Grandmother, after the sixth or seventh sneeze would always say "Frances, please stop." That would make him laugh and then sneeze even more. He always thought it was funny.
My Grandfather was the best. I loved him more than anything in the world. I miss him so much. I think of him with my boys. Even though he never met them, I think that he is smiling down on them. There are traits in them that remind me of him. My Grandfather was my best friend. I loved being with him. I would always make time for my grandparents. I was in high school and still loved sleeping at their house. Does that say something about me? To me it means that they were the most important people in my live. My Grandfathter died about four months before I got married. My wedding dress was kept in their house. The day of my wedding, when I went to pick up my dress, I cried for my grandmother and my grandfather. My grandmother because she still seemed lost without him, and my grandfather because I wanted him with me. It was hard to take that dress out of their house. It made me feel like I had to grow up. I missed my Grandfather so much and was hurt that he wasn't going to be at my wedding. He was so much apart of my life.
My sister and I were fornuate to be able to enjoy our Grandparents. They always made time for us. To me, some of my happiest times were with my Grandparents. I'm sitting here, typing about them crying because it is still hard to put into words what my Grandparents meant to me. It saddens me that I can not spend as much time with my Grandmother as much as I want to. I make a point to call her every week. To me, that's not enough. Tomorrow, posts of my Grandparents.
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