But what I am reflecting on most today is that I never gave my grandmothers those handmade cards or the hugs they deserved. Our family was too fractured, to absorbed in drama to take time to appreciate these women. I regret that. My paternal grandmother was a tiny woman--4'11"--but she was a powerhouse. She and my grandpa were poor so they took in boarders and my grandma sold wonderful homemade bread for 25 cents a loaf. That was the best bread I ever had. So I'm looking up right now and saying "I love you Grandma Hart. You were so special."
Why I am remembering them today? Because I went to a tea put on by the librarians before the big signing at the Festival of Mystery last Monday. And I sat most of the time with an 82 year old woman who reminded me of those women I never knew well enough. She told me stories and made me laugh and was sweet and gentle. She even gave me a great idea for a future novel. As a writer, I've learned to listen. Mothers and grandmothers have so many important things to say.
How about you? Who are you celebrating today, whether they are alive or dead? What memories do you have?