May 19, 2009
My Gramma is one special lady... and her love is something I count on and enjoy. In her 88 years she has collected so much history... stories and the like... and when she comes out with a little tidbit, I find myself savoring the information. She & I share bushels of memories... like dough-boys and frozen carvel ice cream... trips to Cape Cod... sunburns on the beach... Friendly franks and special dinners out when it was just us... hugs that could go on forever. I could go on forever... I am so thankful for so many happy moments...
This summer my Gramma will travel north to stay. She has come to a point in her life where she needs to have a settled life... one place that is hers. I understand that now... a few weeks ago I couldn't though... and my heart was broken. Now, I am happy for her... it is what she wants. But as the days pass... and her departure draws closer... I am feeling regret. That I didn't spend as much time as I should have... could have. But time does not turn back... and I will make the most of these numbered days. Tonight she pressed a treasure into my hand... for safekeeping... for me. I'm not sure what touched me more... her beautiful opal... or the scrimshaw box bearing the Scituate Light. Both will always be instant reminders of her... and both brought tears to my eyes. I don't want to cry though... I just want to be happy for her. And I am... and I will be. I know the tears will fall on the day of our last hug... but they will fall on my smile... as my heart reminds me of the special times we have shared.
We need not be together to share a memory. It belongs to both of us. ~Flavia
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