Mar 04, 2004 02:27
I finally completed a piece I have been writing for my grandmother.
I realized that it is so strange to give anything this personal to my family. My parents and most of our relatives express their love sparsely- in a very East Coast kind of way. But yet she seems like the most appropriate person to give something like this to. She has written me hundreds of stories, and it occured to me that I had something I could give to her.
It was really incredible at Christmas, sitting with her. She is someone who I can speak to exactly as if she were my own age. She is getting more transparent, as old people do. Her legs were covered with violet bruises from bashing herself boarding the small planes she was riding on her trip to Uganda in October. She and my grandfather are traveling as much as they can. They are going to Iceland in May, and we would hardly be surprised if the Norse Gods drove a chariot down to haul them off to the Summerland. But that can't happen , because they have big plans for Eastern Europe in the fall.
I don't underestimate the gift of having 2 grandparents who are so full of life.