When my maternal grandfather died over a decade ago, I was left only a few memories and connections from our visits and similarities. When my maternal grandmother started having some serious physical ailments over the last six months, I was again faced with just a few memories to hang onto (thankfully, she seems to have recovered well).
But I have also come to appreciate my paternal grandparents as I’ve grown into an adult. Their little idiosyncrasies have been a source of amusement for the past few years. And as I have come to spend some time with them this Christmas before heading home with my family, their quirks have become even more endearing as their health starts to ail dramatically. I figure now is a good time to chronicle what I will remember…
I’ll remember this fun time when their short term memory seems to simply a slight nuisance. Like my grandmother asking me if I wanted to have breakfast, and then asking me again five minutes later.
I’ll remember them discussing “current” movies with my uncles admitting quite unashamedly that they really haven’t seen much in theaters in the past decade. My grandfather will blame my grandmother for being unable to stay awake during movies, and as my uncles tried to get my grandmother interested in the Harry Potter movies so grandpa can go see it, my grandma promptly responds “well, I can sleep through anything.”
I’ll remember how my grandpas knee got so bad that he had to start using a cane, and how this thanksgiving we saw him showing up with a fancy walker that also became a mobile seat. He’s become rather adept with wielding his cane to pint out things in the sky or across the room and sometimes hitting people in the process.
I’ll remember them making the bed every morning together.
I’ll remember my grandpa still calling my 88 year old grandmother “kid,” though he usually uses the pet name at the end of a question and she won’t realize she’s being talked to until he says “kid.” Then they’ll stare at each other for a few seconds and while he waits for an answer and she waits for the question, and then she’ll turn back to her crossword puzzle and he’ll stop caring about the conversation and go back to eating.
I’ll remember that they gave us savings bonds for every birthday growing up and how I came to know that these were truly gifts with foresight as they kept me alive for my last year of undergrad and have kept me out of real debt.
I’ll remember that they always put an orange in the bottom of our stockings just so there was a little bit of healthy food among all the candy of Christmas.
I'll remember their house dearly. They've lived in since my dad was young and has such an authentic feeling of "home." The cousins would usually stay in the front living room while the adults visited in the dining room and the family room, this is a tradition we continue to revive, though the oldest of the cousins is 27 and now drags her new husband into the "cousins room" with her.
I'll also be reminded of them every time we go to La Selva beach where they own property. That beach get-away has provided the only place that feels like "home" on the 4th of July and as been the source of many relaxing and wonderful days.
Where my maternal grandparents might be "better" at nurturing their families, my childhood is far more closely tied with my paternal grandparents. Though I think as we all recognize their decline into their 90s, we are choosing to take this time to prepare ourselves for their passing and be thankful for all the memories we are now afforded by their kindness and generosity.