I like your reminiscences of Grandma. I knew her younger, you knew her older. I missed a lot at the end. I knew she lived with Aunt L. for awhile. I thought she was going to stay there, but it seemed to be a stepping stone to the home. I often think about her being blind and deaf at the end. I wonder if that came from not seeing and not hearing when she could. I also wonder if it is frightening or boring or sublimely peaceful.
I am not critiquing my face as much as studying it and trying to understand it. I think it is part of never have really occupied me more than I had to. It is the facade of what is happening inside. I would go out on a limb and say we all have an age that sort of shocks us, and takes a little more awareness to accept and become - even if we are really no different from the day before. It is probably different for each person...who knows.
I went to my older friends memorial service this weekend. It was perfect - laughter mixed with tears. A really nice thing her daughters did was to put out a large selection of her books and ask people to take home as many as they wanted. I picked up about five...
Keeping in mind the thoughts I have been rolling here lately, and keeping in mind we live in a generous universe who delivers what we need when we need it...of course I found a perfect book. It is called The Girls With the Grandmother Faces. I wanted to start reading immediately, but it is not in the pile...meaning it's not quite time. But I'm sure I will read it soon.
I went for along walk today. It was so beautiful outside. We live on such a beautiful planet.
You may end up with a more extended extended family...how cool! Keep me posted on the developments with your new boys.
Love and hugs from Clare
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