This weekend while in Tampa I went and stayed with my Grandmother. I’d not seen her in two and a half years so it was great to finally see her and squeeze her and love on her for a bit.
For those of you who know me, or who’ve read my blog for a while know how much I adore my grandmother and how I’ve missed her. I found her in good spirits, but for the first time in my life she seemed old. I mean, it’s too be expected I suppose, she is 83 after all. It’s just that when you haven’t seen someone in a while, its almost like seeing them for the first time. You take note of all the things that have changed, and what has remained the same and although she’s still the same person I did find her somewhat changed. Not in a bad way-just different. Much like when you see a movie again for the first time since you were a kid and although it was still pretty darn good, you find that you may have enhanced things a bit in your memory.
My memories of my grandmother haven’t changed my perception of her has. I’ve always viewed her as this “Rosie the Riveter” type of person. Strong, capable, a person who could do anything she put her mind to. Now, she seems frail, like a newly hatched chick I found myself wanting to baby her like I do my own children. I tried not to ofcourse knowing that would not be to her liking as she still likes to think her self the completely independent person she always was. I came away from my weekend with a new appreciation for her and a desire to bottle up every little ounce of information that’s stored in her long memory.0