My grandma always smelled of roses. There were always cookies on the dryer next to the dining room table, jello in the fridge, and favorite cereals in the upper cupboard. She went to early Mass nearly every day... I don't think I ever went to a Mass at the little Czech parish in town without her right in front in her regular spot. She once walked through the pronunciation of every word in a Czech song so I could teach it to my class in high school. Nearly every bit of her walls were covered in photos, and every time I visited, I liked to make a loop through the little house to see my dad and our family through the years. She always sent $10 on our birthdays, no matter what (and, with as many grand-babies as she had, that had to add up!) She was stubborn. None of us has ever doubted where our stubborn streaks come from. I can only hope she knew how loved she was, and that knowledge brought her peace.
She died on January 14, 2014, was buried on January 18th, and everything smelled like roses.
Very sweet, thinking of you and your whole family during this time.
ReplyDeleteDid you know Dad brought home his cup, the blue one with white on the top? I was thinking, I will miss that red table in the kitchen with the little metal balls where the legs came together. Isn't it silly, the little things that stick out to us?
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