We got together yesterday
to celebrate Christmas with my side of the family
(with my mom - not to be confused with celebrating Christmas
with my side of the family - with my Dad, which we did on Friday)
I had a really hard time coming up with a gift for my Grandma.
She needs nothing.
And about all she wants is sweets
but she really shouldn't have sweets.
A few years ago
she had a mini stroke
and her memory has really suffered because of it.
She used to be able to fix anything
and she was a whiz with machines and computers.
she doesn't even turn her computer on.
I feel bad admitting it,
but when I still hadn't come up with a gift
by Saturday evening,
I just decided
I told myself she wouldn't remember if I'd given her anything or not,
so it was no biggie.
I felt kinda bad about it,
but I'm not one to spend money
on junk somebody doesn't need
or even want
all in the name of 'gift-giving'.
I woke up Sunday
still feeling like a heel
but reminded myself, "She won't remember tomorrow..."
And it hit me.
She won't remember.
But I do.
And so I thought I'd just type up a few memories and print them off.
maybe I could buy a frame on the way.....
Then I saw a jar in my kitchen
a tall skinny jar
perfect for strips of paper
and I knew what I was supposed to do.
A month of memories.
I'm not sure what the gift will mean to Gramma
but I am so glad I gave her this.
It was a gift to me, too!
I realized what a wonderful Grandma she has been
and that many of my memories
are tied to her.
If I can be half the grandma to my sweet grandkids
as she has been to hers,
I'll be doin' just fine.
Gramma Joyce called as I was finishing up this post.
She sounded 10 years younger
and didn't have that whine in her voice
"I just read my first memory and I wanted to share it with you...."
And she read the first of 31 strips of paper.
and then she said,
I love you, Gramma!!