My grandma was 96 years old when time caught up with her. Her body started breaking down in a variety of ways even while her mind remained alert. One of my last memories of Grandma was visiting her in the hospital several hours before her death. She had been hospitalized with complications from congestive heart failure and and diverticulitis. She looked at me, and she apologized. She said, “Pami, I’m sorry you have to see me this way. How did this happen? I never thought I’d find myself in this situation.” Continue Reading »
Yesterday morning, Emily and I were sitting in the living room messing around on our new laptops. (YAY!) She and I spent most of the day lounging around. I have been plagued this past week with a recurring (and I believe stress-related) backache. Emily was more than happy to spend a lazy Saturday keeping me company. From time to time, our conversation broke the silence of our fingers clicking on the keyboards. Continue Reading »
I heard this song today as I drove to work. I had been driving along, looking at the now-barren fields, the beauty of the blue sky, and the wispy clouds overhead. As always, I felt calmed and grounded by this land that I love. It was during moments like this morning, that I would often pick up my phone to call my dad, my connection to all that has come before me and loved this land in very much the same way. As tears filled my eyes at the painful reminder that I can no longer reach out and hear my dad’s voice, I remembered that his spirit is always near me. And then this song played on my iPod.
When I was a young(er) woman, I often used my great-grandparents as my mental guides.
Hazel and Clifford were a wonderful, happy part of my childhood. They lived on the family farm where Grandpa’s own Great-Grandparent’s had lived. To me, it seemed like they had been there forever, almost like characters out of a fairytale. Great-Grandma was a tiny, little woman who always wore a dress, old-fashioned lace-up boots, and a smile. She taught me how to gather eggs. I can see her bending down before me, the bun in her hair streaked with gray. She may have been old, but her eyes were youthful and sparkled with merriment. Continue Reading »