Happy Birthday, Mawmaw.
So much thanks to Laura for letting me borrow the Moulin Rouge Special Edition 2-Disc Set! I am overcome with ideas! And I need help!
Today would have been my grandmother's 79th birthday. Not the live one. The dead one...in case you didn't get that.
Instead, she's been in the grave almost 14 years. You'd think a 19 year-old wouldn't cry over the grandmother who died when she was five. But you'd be wrong.
"Set me as a seal upon thy heart, for love is as strong as death."
My dad worked the night shift at BFGoodrich when he was still really young. He told me about how, on his first night, she packed him a pineapple sandwich. I wondered "why". He said it was because she wanted him to never forget that first night. He didn't.
He told me about how, as my parents were getting ready to leave their wedding, he started to put on his pants, and couldn't. She had sewn his pant legs together...on purpose. Why? So he wouldn't forget that day. He didn't.
I know they didn't always get along very well. And my dad and I don't always get along very well. It's a true sign that the blood that ran through her veins now runs through mine. So, in that way, she can never be gone. She is and will always remain a part of me. My dad looks just like her; I look like him; i.e., I look like her. Not alot, but it's there. Would I give that up? No. I like my Davis chin and my Epperson eyes and my Maddox nose and my Ballard cheeks. No, the cheeks are Maddox, too. Those are here to stay, I guarantee. Liposuction couldn't even get rid of my cheeks...they'd just grow back, like some sort of mutant. But I don't mind.
I got a job.
Two, actually.
Still Prayer.
Today would have been my grandmother's 79th birthday. Not the live one. The dead one...in case you didn't get that.
Instead, she's been in the grave almost 14 years. You'd think a 19 year-old wouldn't cry over the grandmother who died when she was five. But you'd be wrong.
"Set me as a seal upon thy heart, for love is as strong as death."
My dad worked the night shift at BFGoodrich when he was still really young. He told me about how, on his first night, she packed him a pineapple sandwich. I wondered "why". He said it was because she wanted him to never forget that first night. He didn't.
He told me about how, as my parents were getting ready to leave their wedding, he started to put on his pants, and couldn't. She had sewn his pant legs together...on purpose. Why? So he wouldn't forget that day. He didn't.
I know they didn't always get along very well. And my dad and I don't always get along very well. It's a true sign that the blood that ran through her veins now runs through mine. So, in that way, she can never be gone. She is and will always remain a part of me. My dad looks just like her; I look like him; i.e., I look like her. Not alot, but it's there. Would I give that up? No. I like my Davis chin and my Epperson eyes and my Maddox nose and my Ballard cheeks. No, the cheeks are Maddox, too. Those are here to stay, I guarantee. Liposuction couldn't even get rid of my cheeks...they'd just grow back, like some sort of mutant. But I don't mind.
I got a job.
Two, actually.
Still Prayer.