Today is the 10th anniversary of the death of my grandmother. I wrote about her loss in this post from last year.
I've been thinking quite a bit about what to write today. Even though this is such a monumental anniversary in my life, my day was ordinary.
I cleaned my kitchen.
I went to Bed Bath & Beyond to buy cheap-but-okay-looking curtains that I can live with until our house sells.
I took my girls to the dentist.
I paid bills.
I will drive Abby to and from dance.
I will cook dinner.
I will read.
So, yeah.... a day just like any other day with this layer of SOMETHING ELSE underneath it. I know this day will always be a hard one. I lost my mom when I was 21.... I've now been without her longer than I had her, and the anniversary of her death still catches me off guard every summer.
|My mom and her mom laughing at something in the mid- to late- seventies.|
But I would not be who I am - as a mother or as a person - without these two women. I learned how to be a parent, and sometimes how NOT to parent, through the examples they lived. I can see the physical traits I've inherited: my hands and eyes from my mom and the silvery gray hair that is starting to show through my dark brown from Gram. But I also have elements of their personalities as well.
And my girls? Though they never knew my mom and will not remember Gram, they are learning our family traditions and the stories that are passed along through me. And these will in turn get passed along to their children.
And most of all I've learned that no one is guaranteed another day, so live well. Never fail to hug those you love when you can.
And call your mother.
And your grandmother.