…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?