My mom was here yesterday. Rich and the kids were at a BBQ party, so it was just the two of us for most of the day. She and I went to a family reunion nearby, enjoyed a lovely dinner, and spent some great mother-daughter time together. Later, we had a huge thunderstorm blow through, with lots of lightning and thunder. My 8-year-old was spooked, and managed to coerce her way into sleeping in Grandma’s room.
I went in to check on them, and found my daughter snuggled up with my Mom, holding onto her arm like a treasured lifeline to all that is safe and warm and comforting. Before long, she drifted off to sleep, despite the raging light show outside.
It brought back a lot of memories for both my Mom and me. As I tiptoed out of the room, the sight of them peacefully nestled together was like looking back through a window of time, 32 years into the past.
It’s a sight I’ll cherish for a very long time.
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A possible touch of irony in your story for me, or – more specifically – for my good friend was – the day you posted this, was the day he lost his grandfather – his third (and last living) grandparent in just under 3 months).
What a wonderful story that shows you are treasuring every moment there is to treasure.
Beautiful story, Lisa.
wow, your friend certainly has had a rough time of it in the last few months. Perhaps one made it to the other side and, after seeing how great it was, decided to call the rest over to join the party?
I’m so sorry for his loss. I suspect you are a very good friend, though, and he can count on lots of support from you to get through this rough patch.
Thanks for the comment.