Oh, Grandma.
There is ice cream in the freezer. There are dishes of
little treats to be found in every corner of the house, and, amazingly, they are
not empty. The candy bowl is half full...I guess I've haven't been here in a
while.
The house has a distinct scent. Not pleasant, not unpleasant either. It is just
the smell of grandma, and I get used to it fast. I have smelled it before.
As I sit and type this, I can't help but snicker at the computer-book titles on
the shelf behind the monitor:
"Word 6 For Windows - Step by Step"
"Idiot's Guide To Planning a Trip online"
"Dummies 101: Windows 95"
...Grandma, have you turned this thing on within the new millennium? Is it
patched for Y2K?
I'm just kidding. This machine was bought less than a year ago, and the
bookshelf on the other side of the room makes mine look like that of a child. We
can try and try, but we can't keep up with every trend. I have finished removing
the adware.
My grandma is truly sweet, and all-in-all she keeps up with the best of 'em. She
is 85 and seems to get as much done as I do, at least. She donates to good
causes. She reads the paper. She goes to Broadway shows and eats at popular
restaurants. She has a friggin' Zagat guide.
Ten years ago, she walked to Harlem to volunteer-teach in schools. This is the
village...That's like 5 miles away. She WALKED there 3 or 4 days a week. I'm not
making this up. I've outgrown candy and the woman is unbelievable.
I don't know if you'll ever read this, grandma, but I'm taken aback. I can never
find the words, and I don't know if I will now. I am amazed and proud, happy for
the memory of my grandfather, and thankful for your blessing each passing day. I
love you.
I just want the world to know: MY grandma can wipe the floor with YOUR grandma (in
canasta, mahjong, or any of those 70-and-over games).
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