Hi Grandma, It’s Bryan, I’m Calling To Wish You A Happy Birthday
“Hi Grandma, it’s Bryan, I’m calling to wish you a Happy Birthday! Can you believe you’re 94 today?” Oh, how I wish I really could make this call but unfortunatley my Grandma is no longer with us. She passed in February of ’09 and to be honest, I still cry when I think about her being gone.
Oh, I know it’s real and I know she’s gone but she was such a huge part of my childhood, my entire life and she holds a very special place in my heart.
Some of the earliest memories I have are of being at Grandma and Grandpas house for the best Thanksgivings ever. She sure knew how to cook a turkey (way before they ever invented the little Red Popper Upper thingy) that’s for sure but it was the gravy, that chunky (filled with all kinds of innards as I would come to learn later on) gravy that really made the turkey what it was and the Ambrosia (a fancified way of sayin’ Fruit Salad) was just incredible.
No canned Cranberry Sauce for her, no way and it was the same with the Pumpkin Pie, no store bought action there either. The huge table, with it’s antique table cloth, fancy plates and real silverware, was covered in numerous marvelous dishes. So many fixins that basically all you could do is eat two bites of each item and then it was time to hit the couch. You were pretty much done for the day.
And that’s even if you didn’t eat dinner the night before, which I often did to make sure I had room to squeeze in every delectable bite I could of Grandmas Thanksgiving Feast! Then to top it off, we always left with a ton of leftovers so it was a week of turkey sandwiches and fixins, which I enjoyed as much as my Mom did, because she basically got a week off from cooking. No doubt it was a win/win.
We also spent numerous Christmas’ with my Grandparents and the word special is an understatement. Oh how they loved Xmas, and so did me and my sister. Grandmas house for any of the Holidays always spelled FUN!
Another stand out for me were all the trips to Disneyland. I was born in Anaheim and we lived just down the street from D~Land. My Grandma took my sister and I more times than I can even count.
As we got older, we were able to cruise around the entire Magic Kingdom on our own, which was super sweet. Grandma would set a time and we’d meet her back at the Pirates of the Caribbean, Autopia or the Submarine Ride.
I can still remember bein’ around 10 or 11 and I was on the hunt for girls that were without their parents and I actually kinda hooked up (in those days that meant we went through the Haunted House together) with a girl (as I look back, she might have been a Cougar, as I was into older fourteen year old women back then) and I ended up getting back late to meet my Grandma, who was pretty much on fire at that point! I don’t think she swatted me in front of the entire world but I definitely received a stearn lecture of sorts.
She wasn’t afraid to take charge of the situation as she definitely had discipline down to a science but she also had the biggest heart when it came to us kids. Now, keep in mind I might be sayin’ that last part because I was her favorite, I’m not sure.
But then I’ll bet she bought us chocolate covered frozen bananas right after that. That’s the kind of Grandma she was, tough but soft. Hmmmm, I wonder if that’s where my chocolate addiction first took hold?
As we grew up, she continued to be there for us. Although Thanksgivings and Christmas’ weren’t really the same after my parents divorced (when I was 14), I still loved my Grandma as much as ever and cherished the times that I did get to see her.
For those that read my previous post (Life is short, don’t put it off) on her 93rd Birthday, I won’t go into it here but suffice it to say that as time went on, I didn’t put forth the effort that I should have in regards to visiting her. And like a ton of bricks, it came crashing down on me when I found out it was too late. My Grandma was diagnosed with Dementia, early Alzheimers, and spent her last years not knowing who I was.
But I don’t want this post to turn into a tear fest (any more than it already is) and so I want to continue to focus on what a wonderful, caring, giving, loving woman that she was and as far as I’m concerned, the Best Grandma EVER!
Grandma, I miss you more than you’ll ever know….and Happy 94th Birthday!
Love, Bryan
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What wonderful memories you have of your awesome Grandmother Bryan. I really enjoyed reading about her so thanks for sharing.
My Grandma just turned 90. She lives in an assisted living facility and has Louie Body disorder, I think that is what it’s called, it’s a form of dementia. We have definitely had to connect in different ways over the last few years as this has progressed but I can connect soul to soul with her big time.
Grandma was more like a Mom to me, I went to her house every single day before school and after school. My summer vacations were always at her house. She liked to play card games with me and stay up late watching Johnny Carson :) We used to order these awesome roast beef sandwiches from ‘Bill’s Pizza’, those were the best! She was a heck of a good cook though. And she LOVED to throw parties! Holidays were awesome especially the Fourth of July :) She’d have a ton of family and extended family over for these huge cook outs and fireworks.
The things my Grandma taught me the most about life was how to have fun. She was a very fun and funny lady! She was also the ultimate nurturer. She took care of every one of us grandkids and never complained. When I go visit her now, she can’t cook for me or play cards but we can still laugh together, and we still do :) She loves to tease and razz us kids but in a loving way.
Reading your blog post has me thinking I should really visit her more often.
Twitter: BryanGT3RS
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Tracie, thank YOU for sharing your wonderful memories. I went through all of the Assisted Living ‘situation’, watching painfully as my Grandma slipped away but I could see it in her eyes, she knew me and we still connected but she just couldn’t express her feelings.
I’ll never forget the day I went to pick her up from Assited and move her into full time care. She was in the waiting room, I didn’t see her there at first. From behind me I heard someone say, “Hey brother…..hey, cousin…” It was my Grandma trying to get my attention. She recognized me but couldn’t say the words she wanted to.
PLEASE, enjoy every second you can with your Grandma because NOW is all you have. =)
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Bryan, what a wonderful story, full of memories. How sweet of you to pay this tribute to her. I know she is looking down on you and bursting with pride.
I have many memories of my Grandma, as well and recently they have been uppermost in my mind. I am writing a novel of my mother’s life growing up and of course, my Grandma is all important in it. Thank you for sharing your story and the bittersweet memories.
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Ah that is beautiful, you did make me cry – I lost my grandmother it will be a year this December and she would be 96 now – she was such an inspiration to me, like another mum, I did love her dearly and nursed her when she was sick, I stayed with her night and day in hospital for 2 weeks before she passed away, God just gave me so much energy as I did not sleep but never felt tired – no-one could believe it. It was so painful to watch her slipping away as she was the strongest person I have ever met, I am crying writing this, I still can’t believe she has gone.
It is lovely to hear you speak so highly of your Grandmother too.
All the best.
Rosetta
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