Sunday, September 5, 2010
My grandmother will be 92 in month or so, and just the thought of not making these calls wells up in my eyes and explodes with my heart skipping a beat. Yesterday I was reminded; I needed to prepare myself that someday soon, I would no longer need to call.
I just can not imagine my day without that call. No matter where my life has led me my grandmother has always been there. My best friend, my buddy, my grandmother; there just has always been a bond I cannot explain with words.
I have phoned my grandmother from the steps of the capital; from the southern most tip of the US, from the Great Smokey Mountains and all points in between. I once even changed my cell phone carrier because the coverage would not allow me to call her.
I would venture to say I have spent most likely several years of my life on the phone with my grandmother. We have laughed, cried, remembered, solved world problems and as she puts it, “Just got on a soap box.”
Several months’ back I became aware that the granny I once knew was slipping from my grasp. No longer was her mind sharp, her opinions had started not to matter. She swears people are stealing from her, when the sad truth is, her mind is all that has been robbed. Lunch and dinner cannot be recalled, and old memories are all that remain but she is still my granny. To me she will always be the same.
I know my time with her is short, that to each other our voices have always been special. None of this brings me any comfort and a tear breaks my Sunday silence.
I just do not know how to prepare for that day; I do not need to call.