Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Tender Moments With Grandmother


The Traders Point Christian Academy finished its first running club season.  At the end, we had 35 kids participate!  It was a complete joy to watch them run.



Cooper was part of the team, and he finished his first 5K race.


Fall soccer season just ended for two sons.  I spent several months planted on the sidelines of a soccer field.


Cooper celebrated his 9th birthday (a few weeks early) with a couple of quite friends at an indoor climbing place.


Little brother joined in the celebrating.


All that climbing makes you hungry....for birthday cake.


I spent some quality time my thoughts, an orange vest, and a walkie talkie doing parking lot duty for soccer.


We snagged an open few hours to get family pictures.  More pictures to come.  She took 500 shots, and I thinking we might just have a few ones with four smiling boys!

It's been forever and a day since I blogged.  The whirlwind of life has sucked me under and left little time to even think about blogging.  Today, I have other things to do.  Dishes are pleading to be placed back on shelves.  Laundry needs to find a home.  Dinner needs to be given a thought.  But somehow, these things seem inconsequential.

During my childhood I was blessed to have Grandparents that lived nearby.  They were not technically immediate family, but they were to me.  We attended the same church as my Grandparents, and so most Sundays we'd love on them amid services or the pews.  Because they lived close to my high school, they were a constant presence at games, concerts, and awards.  They treated me to overnight dates where I slept in the "pink room" on a double bed with a bright white comforter and plenty of room to toss and turn.

My Grandfather passed away a decade ago.  I mourned his loss, but found comfort in the Grandparent who remained.  My Grandmother  continued to live her life and did so with vigor and zest.  She served at the church school, the hospital, and in the church nursery for many years.  Until just recently, her daily routine included miles on the track or, in inclement weather, at the mall.  She married a long-time friends just three years ago (and the tender age of 90).

But despite her busy schedule, she still always had time for family. When I would visit, we'd all sit in her living room and catch up.  She made you feel like you were the rockstar that landed on her recliner.  She soaked in your words, laughed at my corny jokes.  She listened intently to the stories about my kids and beamed when I listed off their accomplishments.

She's almost 94; she's been the picture of health until the last few years.  On Sunday she had a major stroke.  The boys and I arrived at the ER and took turns by her bedside.  She was awake, but her awareness and communication ability fluctuated.

I stood by her side.  I wondered what to say to someone who was such an influential person in your life on this side of heaven?  I love you was a given.  I kept repeating how she was the best grandmother for this blessed granddaughter.

Grandma continues to hang on to life.  Today I stood by her side again.  This time she rested in a hospital room.  She was in a deep sleep and could not be aroused.  My mom said she's heard that people in this state of consciousness can still hear.  And so, I listed off my memories, the special moments, and the tender times.  When I reminded her of the (unwelcomed) green peppers she used to place on my pizza, I laughed.  I swear she smiled along with me.

As I turned to leave, I told her I loved her.  Her mouth moved.  I heard "I love you too."  My mom wasn't so sure; she thought it was garbled words.  We will never know.  The fact of the matter is that I don't know what she said, but I know how she felt about me.  She loved me.  She showed me that for forty years.


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