I’d like to take a break from my favorite memories today and talk, just for a minute, about a few memories I wish I had.
My grandmother, if she were still alive, would be 85 today. My last memories of her are from Christmas in 1991. My nephew was a year old and Grandmother came to visit us. He was the first great grandchild and the only one she ever got to meet. She took such delight in him, holding him, snuggling him, talking to him and responding to his baby babble. Although my nephew has no memory of this, I am nevertheless jealous that she knew him but not my children.
I wish my grandmother could have watched me graduate from high school and later from college.
I wish my grandmother could have met my daughters.
I wish I had more time with my grandmother to hear her stories and make more memories.
I wish I could remember her voice and her laugh.