Time is a funny thing. Most days I can’t tell you the day or date without thinking it over for a couple minutes. But today I can, today is Thursday, February 28, 2013. Today would have been my Grandma Joan’s 78th birthday.
Grandma Joan passed away in 2005. I believe once she was in heaven that she met up with David’s grandparents and my Grandpa Bill and said, “It’s time those two were given a baby. They’re ready.” Because four months after she left, and one day before her birthday, we found out I was pregnant with Irelyn – our rainbow baby. She would have liked Irelyn. She would have liked all her great grand-babies. They all happen to be my children right now. My siblings and cousins have not jumped on the baby making bandwagon yet. Of course, none of them are married and some are far too young for children, so I suppose I’ve had a slight advantage.
I can’t picture my grandmother holding my babies. I don’t know if I can’t picture it because the image of her carrying around babies is too fuzzy in my head because of the passage of time or if it’s because my babies seem like they would be so huge compared to her tiny stature. She was only 4’11″, if that. I was taller than her by the time I was in middle school.
Even though I can’t picture it, I know she would have carried them all around when we visited. I know because she had six babies of her own and fourteen grandchildren. I know because there are pictures of her carrying me. I know because as I grew up I saw that physical disabilities couldn’t keep her from holding her grand-babies close.
Right now my grandpa, dad, aunts, uncles and some of my cousins are sitting down to a dinner in her honor. They do this every year. If we were in California, we would be there too.
We may not be there to celebrate her life with the rest of the family, but we’re thinking of her. I’m sure she knows this and is looking down on all of us. She’s not smiling though, no. She’s making her duck face.