For my Granny

by Kimberley
(Melbourne, Australia)

When I was younger, my grandmother used to take me to reading time at the library every week. I don’t remember much about the actual library sessions, but I do remember being so excited to spend time with her. That’s not a feeling that I ever lost.

Granny would bookmark passages in the books she was reading that she wanted me to hear. When I visited, she’d sit me down and read them aloud to me, whether I wanted her to or not. Sometimes they were really relevant to me, but most of the time it was about something totally useless. But it was always nice knowing she’d thought of me when she was reading them. If she didn’t have a passage to read me, she’d sometimes just fill me in on the "Bold and the Beautiful" plot twists from the last week instead.

Something my Grandmother and I had in common was a tendency to cheat at Scrabble. We would spend half the game yelling at each other across the board, each of us trying to convince the other that the random assortment of letters one of us had just put down actually made a word. Her favourite tactic was trying to steal letters back off the board when I wasn’t looking, or simply pushing half a word off to make room for a new one and saying “It’s late in the game so I can do it.”

She loved a good joke, or more fittingly, she loved terrible jokes that made no sense. She would write the jokes down on scraps of envelope so she could remember them and tell me later. They might have made more sense if she didn’t have a habit of accidentally saying the punch line first.

We accidentally bought almost identical bathing suits. She realised before I did, and laughed so hard that she cried. It took her forever to calm down enough to tell me that we matched. Every time she saw me in the pool wearing mine, she’d put hers on too and come sit by the edge of the pool preening and discussing what a pretty pair we were.

Granny and I used to do breakfast together. She’d make challah and I’d fill her in on my life. I went down to Granny’s house for breakfast on Thursday. I walked in and she said “I’ve made something for you!” and proudly handed me a long coil of mandarin peel that she’d managed to peel off in one piece.

I think that one gesture sums up my Granny for me pretty well. It was the small things she did that I’m going to remember the most. The time she gave me a mandarin peel because she was so excited to have done it in one go. The dog-eared book pages from where she marked those passages for me. Her putting on her swimsuit so we could match. The snickering from the other side of the table as she tried to tell me whatever rubbish she had just put down on the scrabble board was a real word. Her face lighting up whenever she opened the door to me. Her calling out that she loved me as I crossed the garden.

Granny was one of my favourite people. I’m going to remember her for the little bits of joy she bought me, and I know that wherever she is now, she’s bookmarking a page to read to me for when I see her again.

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Thanks for sharing this!
by: PandaLover

I'm really sorry for your loss. I'm only young and I just lost my Nan. She was one of the most special people in my life. I understand how you feel. You're not alone. She is still there by your side even though it may not feel like it at times. But you just got to believe. Just because you can't see her, it doesn't mean shes not there. Thanks for sharing! You must be very brave. :) <3

What a special Granny!
by: Anonymous

She sounds like a neat lady. Sorry for your loss and thank you for sharing!


by: Susan

Thanks for sharing Kimberley. Yes, those little, seemingly trivial, things become so important - each of them signposts for love.

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