The reason grandchildren and grandparents get along so well is that they have a common enemy.
Life moves so quickly and before you know it, its been five years. Five years from this date, I was packing to go start a new adventure as a freshman in college when God forced me to pause everything I was doing. He had other plans for me… other plans for her, my beautiful grandmother.
She was my everything and everything I miss.
She was the first person I would say good morning to each morning before leaving for school, I would tip-toe into her room and kiss her on her cheek. She would always say she was already awake, even though I would hear her snoring, but I never told her this. She was always the first that I would hug after school and tell her about my day. She didn’t care how chatty I was. I miss that.
I still remember how when my mom and dad said no, or annoyed me, made me sad or upset I would dial her number and just stare at my parents with a “hah, look whose in trouble now” And if she was there witnessing the heated debates between my parents and I, even if she saw how disrespectful or lavish my wishes were, she had my back. (That’s how I got my first car – thank you Dadi!) I miss that.
She loved fireworks. I still remember every 4th of July we would get fire crackers and light them up in our backyard. I also remember the time we lit one inside the house and I got scared and dropped it on the kitchen floor… the tile burn to remind us how mad my mom got that night. Every time we would watch fireworks together, we would tell each other our favorite ones. I miss that.
Every summer morning, I would hear her calling “Sanahhh” from the bottom of the stairs, waking me up to come watch Price is Right with her, especially if it was our favorite game Plinko. I would watch sleeply with my head on her lap. And every summer afternoon we would watch Wheel of Fortune together but she would turn it off right before the ending at 7:25 pm every time and would declare, “time to pray.” So we never knew if they won. We would always talk about how one day we would go on these shows and win because we were smart and lucky. We were a team.I miss that.
Thanksgiving was our favorite Holiday and not a year goes by that I don’t hear her still screaming “Sanahhh” from the bottom of the stairs to wake me up because the parade is on. That was our thing. Me and Her. I would fall asleep on her lap and she would wake me up every time a great float was on the TV screen.. watching the parade without you is so hard. I miss you.
To my loving Dadi Ma, if you could see me now I wonder what you would say to me and what you would think of my accomplishments. I know what I would say, I know I would sit and share a mango with you and tell you about work, tell you about boys, and tell you how much I love you. And how much I love your voice. You will always be so dear to me, you shaped me to be the woman I am today. And most of all I would tell you how much I miss you everyday.