~~ by tkbrown
When someone you love gets old and can't do things they used to do, especially when it's really hot--or cold, how does that feel inside of you?
If grandma used to get down on the floor to play and color and laugh with you, maybe she walked with you out the door to see the outside and what others do.
Maybe it hurts to see mom in pain knowing she will ne'er be the same again. That should not keep you apart from her-- spending less time will cause memories to blur-- when the time comes you can see her no more you will wish you had piled up mem'ries before.
So, e'en though it hurts, go knock on that door; make some good times, do things with her. Play a card game, cook some food! Write down her recipes when it's really good.
Talk about things she used to do When her mom and dad were living too. Talk about what she did in school. Did she protest or obey each rule?
Ask how life was different then. Would she want life to be like that again? Write down what she says so you won't forget. Someday you'll read them and won't have to fret about not remembering things she said of her young children or the day she wed..
What did mom do when she was young-- her hobbies, talents, and songs they sung. How did she and her siblings act when things went bad -- fiction or fact?
How did they learn what had been done-- in order to deal with the one who was the true perpe'traitor-- leaving others guilty no more.
All memories--both good and bad--' will, one day, be treasured and spread forth for perusal tenderly when mom is no more here to see. Only then will you know how true your heart was wrapped in loving hue.
Only then will memories held be treasured, embraced--with you meld.
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