Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Children, Children's Books, Family, Grandmother, Memories | Posted on 27-01-2016
Tags: Bob Marley, connections, Grandmother, love, memories, metaphor, Sunshine
Sunshine in human form? That was my grandmother. She was pure sunshine.
She created miniature marshmallow happy faces in my Cream of Wheat.
She always reassured me, “Everything will be all right.” Read more here about how my grandmother and Bob Marley were alike.
She hummed while she scrubbed stains from my clothing. Her hands always smelled like Clorox.
She played her favorite hymns with gusto at the piano in the evenings.
She patted my knee when she sat by me on the sofa and always told me how happy she was to see me.
She swung on the teeter totter with me, even when we were both too old for teeter totters.
She made the perfect goose hisssssssss sound when she read Angus and the Ducks.. I always had her read that page over and over. To this day, I giggle when I think back at that hisssssssss.
The other morning when Otis and I were running, I missed my grandmother so much that tears welled in my eyes. I had to stop to cry it out. On that grey, overcast morning, the clouds suddenly parted.
The blue sky and sunshine emerged. I knew at that moment that my grandmother and I connected again. Everything will be all right.