When I was growing up and would go to my Grandma P's house there was this same bottle of booze up on the top shelf of her cabinets in the kitchen. When she moved out of her house I thought to ask her for it and for some reason didn't. We ended up talking about my work, her new (at the time) menorah that she got that illuminated off oil and how she was going to use it that year, the memories of that kitchen and the meat grinder that they would attach to the fold down and up countertop extension. Instead I took a picture of a bottle for sale at a antique mall. I was going to buy it, and the ballerina did spin, but really I had absolutely no where to put it, and besides... I can share the picture and it definately takes up much less space.
Its a very good memory for me. And honestly I am blessed to have them, these memories that I have. On Monday my Grandma died. I am really sad. In last 10 months since my other Grandma, who I also loved very dearly, died; our relationship became far less contentious and valued on both our sides.
Never in a million years would I guess in less than 10 months to the day, both my Grandmothers, who I loved and learned and laughed and grew up with would be gone. I have no more Grandmas. I have been so blessed to know these women as an adult. To be able to appreciate their lives and the lessons that they could teach me about being in this world. For this I am very lucky. But I would give anything to bring them both back.
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