BLOG 44: "Grandma's Hands"

My grandmother passed away on Monday. There are few people who sacrificed for me the way my grandmother did. Before moving in with my family when I was in high school, my grandmother walked from the other side of our town every single morning to watch me before school. She wasn't the best hairstylist, but on mornings before school pictures she'd throw side ponytails in my hair to make sure I didn't run out of the house looking like sideshow Bob. She showed she loved us by quietly taking care of the small things that we sometimes didn't even notice we neglected. She was wise, and kind, and personified LOVE.

I'm going to miss walking into my parents' house and running upstairs to hug my grandmother. I'm going to miss the conversations we had and the laughs we shared. I'm going to miss faintly hearing her voice in the other room while she was on her phone with one of her many "hotline" callers. Lol. Put simply, I'm going to miss her.

My little brother posted this video on his blog. I remember my dad playing this song over and over when his grandmother, who lived in Mississippi, passed away. I couldn't quite understand it back then, but now it's so clear. Grandparents fill in the gaps that parents sometimes can't. I get it and I'm grateful.






"If I get to Heaven I'll look for Grandma's hands..."