Memory in Bloom.
07Apr06
Growing up in an Italian household there were many traditions I learned as a child. As I grew older, I learned that the tradition itself wasn’t as important. What was more important was keeping a tradition, the idea behind it and the memories attached. One of my fondest memories of my Grandmother came right around Easter. It was our special tradition of getting together to make Easter egg cookies. Decorating them was the best part. And the sweet frosting! Grandma taught me how to properly put the frosting on. Not with a knife but by using my fingers. I’d dunk the cookie into the bowl of frosting and spread it around with my fingers. It was fun. Here and there when I’m with family, I’d joke about how I’m a “dunker” when it comes to food. Perhaps the word is “dip”, but I dip and dunk a lot of things. Point is, getting together with Grandma to make the Easter egg cookies was important to me growing up.
As time went on, Grandma and I were unable to get together to make the cookies. Her illness got the best of her. Even at times I’d share my memory with Grandma to see if she remembered, but she hadn’t. It made me very upset because how could something so happy that we shared together now become a memory in dust? Even though I was able to remember it, I wanted her to remember it too. She couldn’t. Still, it’s something I’m having a hard time dealing with. Grandma died last year on August 12, just one week before her 91st birthday.
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Thank you for sharing a lovely memory that you have of your grandmother. I too lost my grandmother last year (06.30.2005), she was 90 years old. Although she lived on the other side of the world, we made great efforts to visiting her as when we could, more frequently in the last couple years. I try to focus on the fond memories, she continues to live on through them and makes it feel like she’s around.
@Archie,
For awhile Grandma was haunting our family. It was really strange. I’ve never experienced something like that before. She was really making her presence known that is until I decided to “talk” to her about it. I asked her nicely to tone it down a bit. Letting her know that we wanted her around, but try showing it a different way. Since then, we haven’t seen or heard from her.