…with my grandmother is all I want for Christmas.
33 years ago today, my Granny King passed away. I was 8 years old and had no idea what I had lost.
I do now and I would give almost anything to just sit with her, smell her, hear her voice, ask how she did it. How she lived, loved, raised 10 children (when I struggle some days with 1), how she bite her tongue, how she saw but choose to ignore. That may be too much for an hour…
This sewing machine belonged to her mother, my great grand mother, granny Folwer…
To have these women back just for a little while, to hold them and ask for guidance.
How is it possible to miss, to the point of pain, someone you hardly knew?
Dear Santa,
An hour…please….
Sincerely,
D.
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You can’t have that hour, but you can definitely keep her memory alive. Just writing here about it made me pause and think about the hours that I have. While we would like to go back and have time with those that we’ve lost, what’s more important is to really be present with those we love now.
We just got back from vacation (DH and our two grown boys) and it was the most wonderful time together. No distractions. Just the plain joy and fun of having time together. Best Christmas present ever.
Wishing you and DH and Kira a wonderful, marvelous, awe-some Christmas!
Such wonderful memories and amazing women…they have made “us” what we are today…family is everything =)
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year
I love reading your blog!!
I feel exactly what you are saying. My wonderful nanny Taylor, whom I was so very close to, died the year after I was married and I was tied up in immigration and was unable to return to England for her funeral. I was just thinking of her today as I always do especially at this time of year as I spent most of my Christmas break at her home wrapping presents for everyone at her church. She bought throughout the year small gifts so that no one would feel left out and it was my job to wrap the presents for her. She loved Christmas. She loved giving. She had a kind heart. She gave me the most precious gift of my love of knitting. She was such a prolific knitter. She was born on Christmas Day. She suffered so much in her too short life but gave more than anyone I have ever known. Five years later on the anniversary of her death, I found out I was to be blessed with my own special child. Of all my children, he has the most qualities and characteristics that my grandmother was blessed with. Oh, to have just a few more minutes with her…. yet, as I finish this post and sit and knit stitch by stitch I will feel, as I always do, her closeness. Our connection through our love of fiber and giving. I will make sure her legacy lives on. And as I watch my daughter knit stitch after beautiful stitch, Nanny Taylor lives on.
As your grandmother and great-grandmother live on through you and your love for sewing, and most importantly the kind and generous way you raise Kira. The tender love and patience you show towards her. When you look at Kira, remember they are with you and when she smiles, they smile.
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