I actually just pulled out a calculator and did the math, because I can’t wrap my head around the fact that she’s been gone for 12 years.
Or, I’m refusing to believe it.
So much has changed in 12 years.
She would be surprised to know that everyone has a cell phone now. Even teenagers. And some little kids. And they’re much more than phones – they’re pocket-sized computers that give you directions, search information (Anything. Really!), send short messages to your friends…they even have cameras on them, and you can share photos of life as it happens, too.
Video rentals and travel agencies don’t really exist anymore.
She would probably want to try this place called Starbucks, where you can get all kinds of different coffee drinks. Almost everyone has a favorite. The shops are everywhere, and some people go every day or more.
She would be sad to learn that the mill is barely hanging on by a string. For what it’s worth, I think that string is her old department. They were a tight bunch.
Since her hometown had all of its eggs in the mill’s basket, it’s not the same place it was, either. There’s much more crime and poverty, and there’s a drug epidemic that wasn’t always there. Much of my generation was driven out, because there’s just nothing there.
Her son graduated high school and college, her daughter college and graduate school. She had always said she would attend our graduations, just from a different viewpoint. So, she already knows that.
She has a son-in-law and a daughter-in-law now. They’re both so perfect I suspect she hand-selected them out of all of the eligible men and women on the planet, and asked God to do the rest.
She has three of the most beautiful, charming and good-natured grandchildren a grandmother could ask for. She would have seen grandmothering as the privilege it is, denied to many. That is, if it weren’t denied to her. She deserved to be a Nana.
Her son and daughter have warm homes, bountiful tables, loving little families, and happiness.
I want to share it all with her. The good, and the bad.
Cancer is a thief.