Grandma was the one constant in my life. I changed, but she never did. She sat in her chair, in her house, read the paper, made simple dinners, called me, asked me to take her out shopping.
That woman loved to shop.
Even when her cane slowed her down and I became aggravated. I tried not to let it show, but I think she could tell half the time.
But she stopped sitting in her chair in her house, stopped reading the paper, stopped making simple dinners, stopped calling me and asking me to take her out shopping. She stopped. Her heart stopped. She died of kidney failure a year ago today.
It’s hard being my age and hearing my peers talk about their grandparents. I feel like I’m too young to not have grandparents.
But, as my boyfriend says, c’est la vie. Such is life. But I miss her terribly.
So this one’s for you, Grandma.