This one hit me right in the gut and brought tears to my eyes, Kaitlin.
I only knew one grandmother in my life and she was already very old when she came into my life. Plus we were far apart most of the time, living in different cities. Even still, and to this day, I can’t smell Jean Naté without thinking of her. Also, when I prepare espresso in the old fashioned aluminum cafetera (yes, I still own one of those), I always think of my grandma Eulalia, so old she can barely see, filling the portafilter basket with the feel of her fingers over the edge, spilling coffee grounds all over the kitchen counter. I would shake my head and roll my eyes back then. Now I smile.
This part, “maybe our best years are ahead of us.” got me, too. At 55, I’m feeling the aches and pains that my mother would complain about. Also the MCI, which is one thing I’ve inherited from my mom that I could’ve done without (although thankful for family, friends, and doctor/neurologist for being able to catch the signs early). But struggling makes me think of mom (no pun-intended) as she battles with Alzheimer’s.
All this to say, I am touched by this post. I’m doing whatever I can now to give my grandchildren bits and pieces of me. That’s my goal. By the sound of what you’ve written, you are too -and that is beautiful.
Thank you for saying, "She read her Bible religiously.
I avoid mine at all costs because I don’t know how to read it anymore."
I have my Grandmother's bible. She handed it to me the last time I saw her alive. Often during my visits with her, I would copy down the things she had written in the margins. I have since collected several family member's bibles but they are stored behind glass in an antique shelf. I can't bring myself to read any of the Scriptures and I find myself scrolling past any bible verse that is posted or written out. I find it interesting how I can hold something so dear and yet at arm's length at the same time.
Kaitlin, I am a first time grandma at age 72. Pills keep me alive and I thank God that they do so that I can enjoy my beautiful granddaughter. Unfortunately I never had a grandmother and I do not know what a grandmother‘s love was. My mother however it was a wonderful grandmother to our son and I hope to model her. My mother read her bible every day and read it through a number of times. I have my mum’s Bible that she bought for our son was born 37 years ago and it is full of little thoughs and poems that she loved . it as a treasure to pass on to her grandson . I just don’t read my bible any more as so much of Christianity fails to make sense for me now
This one hit me right in the gut and brought tears to my eyes, Kaitlin.
I only knew one grandmother in my life and she was already very old when she came into my life. Plus we were far apart most of the time, living in different cities. Even still, and to this day, I can’t smell Jean Naté without thinking of her. Also, when I prepare espresso in the old fashioned aluminum cafetera (yes, I still own one of those), I always think of my grandma Eulalia, so old she can barely see, filling the portafilter basket with the feel of her fingers over the edge, spilling coffee grounds all over the kitchen counter. I would shake my head and roll my eyes back then. Now I smile.
This part, “maybe our best years are ahead of us.” got me, too. At 55, I’m feeling the aches and pains that my mother would complain about. Also the MCI, which is one thing I’ve inherited from my mom that I could’ve done without (although thankful for family, friends, and doctor/neurologist for being able to catch the signs early). But struggling makes me think of mom (no pun-intended) as she battles with Alzheimer’s.
All this to say, I am touched by this post. I’m doing whatever I can now to give my grandchildren bits and pieces of me. That’s my goal. By the sound of what you’ve written, you are too -and that is beautiful.
Thank you for saying, "She read her Bible religiously.
I avoid mine at all costs because I don’t know how to read it anymore."
I have my Grandmother's bible. She handed it to me the last time I saw her alive. Often during my visits with her, I would copy down the things she had written in the margins. I have since collected several family member's bibles but they are stored behind glass in an antique shelf. I can't bring myself to read any of the Scriptures and I find myself scrolling past any bible verse that is posted or written out. I find it interesting how I can hold something so dear and yet at arm's length at the same time.
Kaitlin, I am a first time grandma at age 72. Pills keep me alive and I thank God that they do so that I can enjoy my beautiful granddaughter. Unfortunately I never had a grandmother and I do not know what a grandmother‘s love was. My mother however it was a wonderful grandmother to our son and I hope to model her. My mother read her bible every day and read it through a number of times. I have my mum’s Bible that she bought for our son was born 37 years ago and it is full of little thoughs and poems that she loved . it as a treasure to pass on to her grandson . I just don’t read my bible any more as so much of Christianity fails to make sense for me now