Try as I might, she always finds a way to get to me.... Invariably, I come upstairs to tell the boy dinner is ready with tears in my eyes. Today, the show was about Mitch Albom's book "One More Day". Who would I want to spend one more day with: EASY. My Grandma B....My mom, like so many others, worked while I was growing up. Before I went to school, I was dropped off at my Grandma B's in the morning. If I could capture one moment of time, it would be of me at 6 or 7 swinging in the backyard of my grandma's - around 8 am - with the mist still in the air - everything quiet. Grandma hanging up clothes in the backyard. That's my memory.
She was the best......best cook.....best seamstress...best pound cake maker, for sure....She would sew for people in the neighborhood - alterations, dresses, anything. While she was sewing, she would sing hymns. Maybe that's where I got my off-key singing. I don't care. It sounded like angels to me. She would let me play hair-dresser with her hair while she worked at the sewing machine or do her nails when she was watching her stories (how else could I remember Alec Baldwin as Billy Aldridge on the Doctors?) Wow, if I could spend one more day with my Grandma B, I would show her what my life was now since she has been gone and hope (just hope) that what I've made of my life is what she would be proud of.
Damn that Oprah....
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