Image by Laura Ketteman

Image by Laura Ketteman

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Day 190. August 8.

August 8th is my grandmother's birthday.  For some reason, this picture of myself reminded me a little bit of her.  She passed away several years ago.  I was eighteen years old.  I think of her often. 

I hear her in myself when I laugh.  I smile when I see anything that reminds me of the Cherokee Indian in my heritage, because she was so very proud of that.  I wonder what she would have thought of my being the mother to three little boys.  She used to let us lay our heads in her lap and she would comb through our hair with her fingers.  She ALWAYS had peppermints in her purse.  She loved to let us take turns having sleepovers in her little apartment, only a few blocks away from our home, and we got to sleep in her giant bed right alongside her. 

My husband laughs when I remind him of her, and yet he never had the pleasure of meeting her.  In thirteen years of marriage, our family stories have painted so vivid a picture.

I love her, and I miss her.

1 comment:

  1. Not fair had a dream about her a day or two before her birthday and didn't even know what date it was. I miss her too and I see a little of her in all five of you kids.


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