September 26, 2006
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Just one more…
If you had one more day
If you had one more day with someone who is gone…who would it be …what would you do…
I couldn’t think of anything but I found the question intriguing, one I had thought on before. This was off Nanablue2004′s blog so give her a shout out if you decide to take up the question yourself.
With someone who has passed: My Grandmother, Ruth Morrison
She was an incredible Irish lady with an Irish temper to match. She was an artist with souls, having a natural ability to bring out the best in the people whose lives she touched. Grandma helped raise up when my mother was down on her luck after she threw out my biological father. Every week, she asked my mother for $25 in exchange for babysitting and feeding us. My mother was angry, demanding to know why she should have to pay her to watch her own grandchildren. But Grandma was insistent, and knowing she couldn’t find cheaper daycare elsewhere, Mom finally agreed. When it came time to buy school clothes that year, as it turned out, Grandma had put all those $25 payments in a box under her bed and bought all clothes and school supplies. I still remember what it felt like to finally have a shiny new Trapper Keeper and a pair of blue jeans just like the other kids. I never really appreciated how great a hand she hand in raising me until I was older. I always meant to tell her that I did notice how much she had sacrificed for my sister and my mom and me but there were stories to be told, fudge to make, and card games to play. I hope she knows it now somehow. But still, it would be nice to tell her.
With someone who hasn’t passed: On a less sentimental note, there was this boy I dated in highschool who was absolutely beautiful, wild, rebellious, and smart as hell. Carl, my first love…wrestler, black hair, hazel eyes…in other words, my mom’s basic nightmare. Sure would love to see what happened to him. He’s more of a go-back-in-time than a one more day sort of thing I guess…I would have said yes
…you figure it out…
Comments (8)
Thanks for stopping by and I love your story about your Grandmother…I never knew my Grandmothers…My paternal Grandmother died when my father was only 8 years old…my Maternal grandmother died abt 10 days after I was born…I know that must have been very hard on my Mother to lose her MOM close after the birth of her first child….I am the grandmother of 13 and a Great Grandmother of Emma Grace born on New Years Eve last year…I am only 56(tomorrow) and am so grateful that I lived to see my first g grandchild…I am a much better grandmother than I was a Mother…
What an amazing woman your grandmother must have been! I have a boy like that too…., but on the other hand Iousldn’t give my LOML up for him now…..
Beautifully written. Oh for the time we wish we could recapture. My grandpa, for one. Sigh. Yes, she DOES know it, though. I have wondered the same–remember they led the way that we will someday go. I call them our “pathfinders.”
Very cool!! very cool! Well written. Hey, Jan, Intense Female Bonding starts Oct 2nd. Plan a day to come over. Mon, Wednesday, Friday of both weeks.
She sounds like a wonderful person. I’m glad that you had her in your life. Both of my grandmothers are more like fuzzy memories for me.
That is a great story. But I have a feeling she knows how you feel.
If there were such a choice, I would probably pick my late friend Dan, a heck of an artist and a very good guy. We would laugh until our heads and sides hurt. I miss that ability for all-out laughter. That would be a great way to spend one day, laughing with an old friend. A wonderful thought.
yes, yes: gratitude is a gift best shared w/others. (;
Oh thank you. This helped…xoxo Aimee