Down On The Count
Perhaps that is simply the best sign of age. Rather enjoy reflections and remembering moments in my past over, sometimes, turning towards the future. Which is odd given those fond memories are somewhere up ahead as well.
Maybe I will get more into those reflections later on a broad sense of the word.
Right now I keep thinking about having gone to a memorial service of someone I never met. It was simply my desire to be respectful of those coping with a personal loss. Found it interesting being outside those personal pains. For once I could sit there and simply enjoy stories of a loved one's life. Without that person tinge of bereavement.
The stories that are told, seem to be like many that I have gone to. It's the gritty things told willingly and sometimes not. Where they cough up something deeply personal about their friendship and relationship with the one passed on. But I found myself able to enjoy learning about parts of someone's impact for having a complete life by most accounts.
Many people had gathered what seemed very fond of her. This mitigated my worries of sticking out as a tag-along. Thankfully I knew a few more then Melanie that were there, though only her intermediate family members. Same ones I had met all those years ago at John Day Fossil Beds. Though I did hear "It's been a while since I saw you" more times then that.
Stories of a grandma having lived life in spite of reasons others may get down about. Spunky, adventurous, and mischievous. I might as a outside observer even desire to say she simply forgot at what moment she was suppose to grow up and act an age. A child's heart that refused to find reasons not to love all that life was going to put her way.
Now before I went I spoke of my own grandmother a few times. In a lot of ways I think she fit the same billing. Though I have to admit my own heart might have often got her feeling a tad more childish. For I can't help it, never did see the sense in everyone being busy with acting their age. Think my grandmother had a little love for this outlook. Perhaps she taught it to me along the way.
As far as she goes, she was giving to a fault. Would save ever penny she could with coupons, simply being thrifty, or random other ways. But when it came around that someone really needed something, she'd be the first one busy giving it away. Along with the ability to value money in the right ways, she also was magic with her time.
I'm almost convinced sometimes she got more done in a hour of her time then I might in a day. For the greatest of number of years I simply wasn't aware of all the things she gave her time up for. I do now as she is gone and I have time to thing about it. Quilting, yard sales, yard work(shesh this woman had a garden!), which means lots of canning too.
Don't you dare think of coming for a visit and not staying the night either. Even if you walked there from down the block. For I think more then anything she loved being a host. Having guest, serving something to drink, and simply getting you off your own feet. Don't count on her doing the same however.
So this is getting to be a long post. Here is to all our wonderful grandmothers, and mothers that have become them. We may think we got something special for ourselves, but don't got nothing on that little kid I called grandma.
Maybe I will get more into those reflections later on a broad sense of the word.
Right now I keep thinking about having gone to a memorial service of someone I never met. It was simply my desire to be respectful of those coping with a personal loss. Found it interesting being outside those personal pains. For once I could sit there and simply enjoy stories of a loved one's life. Without that person tinge of bereavement.
The stories that are told, seem to be like many that I have gone to. It's the gritty things told willingly and sometimes not. Where they cough up something deeply personal about their friendship and relationship with the one passed on. But I found myself able to enjoy learning about parts of someone's impact for having a complete life by most accounts.
Many people had gathered what seemed very fond of her. This mitigated my worries of sticking out as a tag-along. Thankfully I knew a few more then Melanie that were there, though only her intermediate family members. Same ones I had met all those years ago at John Day Fossil Beds. Though I did hear "It's been a while since I saw you" more times then that.
Stories of a grandma having lived life in spite of reasons others may get down about. Spunky, adventurous, and mischievous. I might as a outside observer even desire to say she simply forgot at what moment she was suppose to grow up and act an age. A child's heart that refused to find reasons not to love all that life was going to put her way.
Now before I went I spoke of my own grandmother a few times. In a lot of ways I think she fit the same billing. Though I have to admit my own heart might have often got her feeling a tad more childish. For I can't help it, never did see the sense in everyone being busy with acting their age. Think my grandmother had a little love for this outlook. Perhaps she taught it to me along the way.
As far as she goes, she was giving to a fault. Would save ever penny she could with coupons, simply being thrifty, or random other ways. But when it came around that someone really needed something, she'd be the first one busy giving it away. Along with the ability to value money in the right ways, she also was magic with her time.
I'm almost convinced sometimes she got more done in a hour of her time then I might in a day. For the greatest of number of years I simply wasn't aware of all the things she gave her time up for. I do now as she is gone and I have time to thing about it. Quilting, yard sales, yard work(shesh this woman had a garden!), which means lots of canning too.
Don't you dare think of coming for a visit and not staying the night either. Even if you walked there from down the block. For I think more then anything she loved being a host. Having guest, serving something to drink, and simply getting you off your own feet. Don't count on her doing the same however.
So this is getting to be a long post. Here is to all our wonderful grandmothers, and mothers that have become them. We may think we got something special for ourselves, but don't got nothing on that little kid I called grandma.