this is not the one my Grandma had
Grief is a strange and funny thing. You will remember things about that person at the strangest times. You might start laughing out loud in a quiet room or you could start crying when you smell something familiar.
There were times when I would be missing my Grandma (who is alive but lives over 1200 miles away) and a customer would come into my work wearing her perfume and it would get me every time. Or if I miss her now, I have a bag of spices from the Italian grocery store that she has worked at for as long as I can remember, I will go in my kitchen and pull the bag down and shove my face in it.
Great Grandma
The other day when we were in the habitat for humanity restore because they had an organ just like the one my Great Grandma had and taught me how to play on. This might also be compounded by the fact that my son was instantly attracted to it and wanted to know all about it and didn’t want to leave it. That just might make you cry a little more. And maybe even again while you are writing this post. I love that woman so much, her and my Grandma are the only people in the world (well until Chris and Nate) who made me feel loved unconditionally and without expectation. I could tell her everything and anything and nothing I ever told her made me feel like she loved me less. I never felt scared to tell her my real feelings like I do with my parents. We would work in her garden and snap green beans for dinner. She taught me how to fry chicken and eat lunch meat from a package for a snack. She let me try coffee for the first time and always made sure we did fun things when I spent summers with her. Thrifting/garage sales were something we did together. Even simple things were fun with Great Grandma.
Things that have set me off before:
dolls
the fake fruit that is studded with metal things
the ice cubes that are plastic and you freeze and reuse
hearing Nate call cows ‘moo moos’
sometimes when I wear a brooch of hers in my hair as a barrette
making her mints
smelling a farm
when glitter paint for walls started becoming a thing again
crocheting (which I still haven’t done since she died and I don’t know why)
Sometimes the pain of her not being around is unbearable and sometimes I can accept it because she had dementia and was not herself the last several years. And sometimes, organs make me bawl in the middle of a restore.
Well apparently I am not the only one missing a lost loved one. Come over here and we can cry together…
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Must be something in the air….the slow change of seasons….or it’s just time again….I’ve been dreaming again. I miss my sister terribly. <3
Oh, my great grandma had an organ too. I didn’t even realize what your post was about all ready I was remembering her playing a singing Au Clair de Lune.
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Sounds like she is a very special person in your life. If she has an iphone then you can do face time with her
I heard people use moo moos for cows before
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So funny – my nana used to have an organ, too, but I totally forgot about it until you posted this. Lucky for me, I still see my nana all the time, but there are always going to be certain things that remind me of her when she’s not around. The main on is the smell of moth balls. Sigh.
I live in my grandparents house, so little things catch me all the time…..
Also, are iPhones standard issue after death now? Maybe if you are good and go to heaven you get the new 4s model and can facetime and if you are bad and go to hell you just get the crappy 1st iPhone.? .Wonder if my dead grandparents have iPhones??????
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I’m sure there are con-artist out there that will try to use the iphone as a medium to talk to past one.
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