Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Twenty Christmases

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I was standing in the kitchen of my aunt's house. It was Christmas day. Twenty Christmases ago. It would be the last Christmas I would spend with my grandmother. The last time that I said, "I love you" to her.

My grandmother had a zest for life. She had an unconditional love for her family. She had an unwavering faith in God. She was the glue that kept my family together.

There are times in my life when I miss her like crazy. I remember how she sounded when she would answer the phone(Uh. Yes?). Oh, how I loved the banana nut bread she would make and simple gifts that she gave me (can of black olives with money taped to it). I loved her.

Time doesn't heal all wounds. Time just takes the sting out of those wounds.

Christmas is here once again and my special memory with her comes to mind. Tears of sadness because I wish she was here. Tears of joy of the thought of that one last time together.

 I will see her again. One day.

Merry Christmas, Mammaw. You are celebrating with the angels. 

Mammaw P and I. And one of my really bad choices in hairstyles. 

Mammaw S, Great-Grandmother Gann, me, Mammaw P.