I had a pretty special Grama.
She passed away when I was 15, and while I have missed her every day since then, I've been thinking about her more and more in the last few years or so. When I was 15, I wasn't of the mental maturity to really process her death. I just shut my feelings (as well as the feelings of everyone else) out. At 15, I certainly didn't consider how I would feel about her at 27, with that little void that's been left in my heart, a husband, and baby boy.
Rachel and I spent a lot of time with her, especially in the summertime. She religiously took us to the movie theater, musicals/theater productions, bowling, local parks, Sizzler, and Dairy Queen (hello, dipped chocolate cones), and let us watch completely age-inappropriate movies. It is to her that I blame my picky eating habits, because her apartment was stock piled with grapes, string cheese, mac & cheese, chocolate pudding, Hershey Kisses, M&Ms, and Pineapple-Orange-Banana juice. It is also to her that I credit my ability to lug massive amounts of grocery bags from the car and into the house in one trip.
So, lately, I've been thinking a lot about if she were here and what she would think of me and my little life. While I can't say for certain, I'm pretty sure of the following:
- She would love Ryan
- She would love, love, love Camden
- She would have wicked plans for spoiling Camden (and her other great-grandchildren) with movie dates, expensive trips to the buffet, frozen treats, and inappropriate amounts of chocolate
- She would be proud of the mother and grandmother her daughter (my momma) is today
- She would be tickled to see the relationship that Rachel and I have, compared to all the bickering we did growing up
- She would be both repulsed and intrigued by reality television
- She would love Glee
- She would be totally down for taking selfies
I love telling Ryan stories about her, and reminiscing with my family about her. If I think really hard, I can hear her laugh, hear her calling me "Lorny Lou Lou," smell her smell, and see everything about her apartment.
Someday, when Camden is old enough to understand, I'll tell him stories about his great-grama. That way, he'll know how special she was too.