I spent this morning at a nursing home where we served tea, coffee, and hor d'oeuvres to 20 or so elderly ladies. I always enjoy spending time with the elderly as they have so much to share and usually they can't wait to share it.
As I was listening to one lady, my eyes started to fill as memories of Grandma and Pappy popped into my mind, and I realized how life has changed since they died. No more trips to St. Anne's over Christmas break to spend time with them. No more cheating Uno games. No more seeing their eyes light up as their grandchildren played for them. No more reminiscing about "the old days." I struggled with thoughts and tears as I spent time with those dear elderly ladies. I loved hearing about their lives, but for some reason it only reminded me of my dear grandparents. I wanted to see my Grandma and hear her laugh. I wanted to walk with my Pappy and hear him sing and scat.
As I type, I'm becoming choked up again as even more thoughts and memories flood my mind. The tears and memories don't upset me because it is sweet to recall and reflect on the dear years I had with them. As I sit hear remembering, I cling to the precious thought that I will see them again, one day soon.
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