Hi Bookworms. You may or may not have noticed that I haven’t posted a whole lot this week. I got some pretty rotten news on Sunday. My Grandma passed away. She was pushing 90 and not in great health, but knowing that doesn’t make it suck any less. It’s made me think a lot about what’s worth remembering . I lived a few hours drive from my grandparents my whole life, so our visits weren’t frequent, but there are certain things I want to remember about the way Grandma was. What follows is not profound discussion of my Grandma’s character- I think very few grandchildren ever really understand who their grandparents are as humans. What I understand about my Grandma are the things that made her special to me, and I’m going to write them down so I never forget them.
1. My Grandma was super short. It was a rite of passage to outgrow her. This feat was typically accomplished by the grandchildren around the age of 8 or 9. Small things are always cuter than big things. My pocket sized Grandma was the CUTEST.
2. She used to snort when she laughed. It was magical. I remember when Family Matters came out, I was shocked to hear Steve Urkel’s snort. I thought it was a Grandma-exclusive.
3. Grandma always made us waffles for breakfast when we stayed the night. She used to put the syrup in a coffee mug and heat it up in the microwave so we’d have warm syrup. I still do this. Warm syrup is way better than cold. Also, her waffles tasted better than any other waffles ever. I’ve never figured out if she had a secret recipe or if the recipe was Grandma love.
4. Grandma and Grandpa always gave me books. I’ll admit, sometimes it annoyed me that my cousin got sweet pink legos and I got the Great Illustrated Classics, but I was well versed in The Three Musketeers and Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde at 10. That’s pretty cool.
5. Grandma used to call me Katrina. I’ve heard several theories as to why. My mom claims that was a name they were thinking of using when she was pregnant with me. A friend of mine thinks it could be that my Dutch Grandma (Who married into a German family) was using a more familiar-to-her form of Kathryn. All I know is that it took me a long time to realize “Katrina” was a name and not a term of endearment. Hurricanes be damned, every time I hear “Katrina” I mentally substitute “sweetheart.”
Losses are hard. Remembering the good stuff helps. Also helpful? Imagining a Heaven where she’s hanging out with my Grandpa and all the friends and family that went before her. I like to picture them feasting on a magnificent meal that has no calories. Everyone is happy and healthy. There are lots of flowers. There are lots of books. There is LOTS of laughter- snorts and all. Someday, that’s where I want to be.