My little bud spent the weekend with Grandma, and when he came home last night, he had a serious case of the left-Grandma-blues. He sobbed his eyes out for an hour, even after talking to her on the phone and securing her promise to pick him up from camp on Monday. I was holding him and telling him about my grandparents, and it was all I could not to start sobbing right along with him.
I told him about how we used to drive to Georgia to see my Grandma and Boom-Pa, and how I would cry from Columbus, GA to Montgomery, AL every time we left them. And, if they drove that first leg to Montgomery with us, I would cry from Montgomery to Selma. And by cry, I mean sob like someone was trying to pull my spleen out through my belly button.
What was the most bittersweet was that I can remember sitting in my mom’s lap, around Thor’s same age, crying because I wanted to be with my grandparents. And, I can remember Mom telling me about her grandparents, and about how she used to cry for them. She would cry especially for her Poppy, like I cried for Boom-Pa.
I had Granny and Grandaddy until I was 21 and 22, respectively. I had Boom until I was 32, and Grandma until I was 35. I was incredibly fortunate.
Thor, my Grandma, and me in 2005. She would pass away within the month this photo was taken. I am so glad we have this!
It wouldn’t do me any good to cry now, but I still miss them. I am thankful I had them to love, and had them to love me. I am even more thankful that Thor has Grandma, and Mammaw & Granddad, and Peepaw & Barbara to love, and to love him.
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