Thursday, September 14, 2006
I didn't know my grandparents that well. My parents are from Minnesota, so that is where the grandparents were. We visited them regularly, usually yearly when I was a child, but my last grandfather died when I was 18. I never had a relationship with my grandparents like that of my childhood peers. Yeah, I got to go on long roadtrips to visit them, yet that wasn't the same. I came to regard Grandma Margaret as a Grandma of mine also. Margaret was a wonderful woman. I have some great memories of our visits with her and her husband Ray. One such memory was when Anna and I visited on our own without the extended family and Margaret made a point of making a vegetarian meal for Anna. It was Peas and Carrots and such. During the meal, we kept discovering little pieces of chicken. She had painstakenly pulled out all the chicken thinking it was making it vegitarian. I love that because it showed she cared enough to try. I never saw Margaret sad or angry or frustrated or challenged. Everything about her was love and hope and smiles. She was one of those grandmas who kissed you on the cheek everytime you hugged saying hi and goodbye. She was one of those grandmas who asked you the detailed questions about how you are doing. She appreciated even the strangest gifts at the holidays.
I will miss Grandma Margaret. I have the best memories one could have for eight of the past ten years. I actually have one of those pangs of regret for not taking the time to get to know her better, but know I knew her as much as we both could have hoped for.
I know she is now in a better place with her first love Gordan. I love you Grandma Margaret. I love you Mom and Dad and H and H. I love you Anna.