15 years ago this week, my maternal Grandma passed away.
I think that was the moment where I realized that things will never go back to the way they were before.
For me growing up, it was great being part of a big extended family. Everyone you know and care about has been around for as long as you can remember, and you don’t know life without everyone being present. And then she unexpectedly left us… and left an enormous void in the fabric of our family.
I remember that day- even though I was 22 at the time, it was like I was 6 years old again… and I’ve just been told that there’s no Santa, my puppy ran away, and a dozen other events that mark the end of childhood. I remember it was a very hard time for everyone.
One thing I’ve noticed over the past couple of years is 1) a lot of our friends/family are having kids and 2) some of our friends have lost a parent. It’s a sobering thought for my generation to realize that our parents won’t be around forever… and our heart goes out to our friends who have recently lost theirs.
So, 15 years later… it’s gone by so fast. My Uncle sent out some old photos, and with them, some pretty fond memories. It’s clear that everyone misses her as much now, if not more so, as we did 15 years ago.
When I think back to that time, I recall all sorts of conversations and odd recollections that shape my memory of her. I can say that they are all happy memories… I think the only tinge of sadness is in recalling how much I enjoyed those years and how times have changed.
But, the fact that I’m writing about this means that her influence and values are very much alive… and I can’t help but to pass them onto my own daughter. I realize that it’s now my time to start a family, and create the environment that made my childhood so memorable… and if we’re ever in a tough spot, E and I can have faith that we can get through it because we got some pretty good values from our parents and grandparents.