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Dear GiGi,
I have been missing you.
There is so much that I
wish we could share.
You loved margaritas
and I wish that we could
sit on Mom and Dad's
gliders and sip our frozen
drinks and talk and talk
and talk some more, the
way we used to.
But you aren't really here.
Physically, you live in a
cozy group home with five
other residents in a little
neighborhood 15 minutes
from your daughter, my
mama. And you still know
your precious girl, which is
really wonderful.
You just forgot the rest of us.
You didn't mean to. When you
are nearly 94 it is quite common.
But still.....I miss you so.
If we were sitting on those gliders,
back and forth,
back and forth,
frosty margaritas and the sun
dipping low on the horizon,
I would share all kinds of
news, because you were
always the most appreciative
audience.
I'd tell you that our Elizabeth
arrived home on Saturday night
from Italy! Did you ever think that
your great-granddaughter would go
to Italy when she was only 16?
Maybe. After all, you were only
17 and freshly graduated from
high school when you auditioned for
{and made} a dance troupe that travelled
across the Midwest and up into Canada.
You had the time of your life.
across the Midwest and up into Canada.
You had the time of your life.
You confided that you didn't succumb
to bleaching your hair platinum like
so many of your troupe friends. Or
smoke like they did, even though it
was considered glamorous in the 1930's.
Your daddy thought it made a woman
look fast and you never wanted
to disappoint him!
Your daddy thought it made a woman
look fast and you never wanted
to disappoint him!
You never did.
I'd fill you in on our William, who is
getting so tall; just 12 and a half, he has big
hands and feet like an overgrown puppy.
getting so tall; just 12 and a half, he has big
hands and feet like an overgrown puppy.
He is a teddy bear, a lot like your son
was, GiGi. Remember your Doug? He got
was, GiGi. Remember your Doug? He got
polio when he was seven, but you
were so strong and so brave and luckily
you'd purchased polio insurance
at work, just in case, so all his treatments
were covered. Gosh, you loved your boy.
were covered. Gosh, you loved your boy.
I'm glad you don't remember that
he died 15 years ago. I was with
you just before he went to heaven
and GiGi, you were so brave, again.
Which is really amazing when you
consider what a softie you'd always
been; how you managed after such
a loss was a testament to your
ability to stay positive, even in
the face of great sadness.
If we were gliding and sipping and
laughing....and you were nodding
and listening....I'd fill you in on my
blog and the special friends that
I've made, all around the world....
and, in my own backyard.
and, in my own backyard.
GiGi, you'd love them. So
many dear, fascinating people!
many dear, fascinating people!
And you'd love that I'm writing.
Which is why I'm missing you, today.
Even though you are here.
I will see you in less than a month.
I will lean down to hug and kiss you
and you will smile and say Well, hello!
but you're just being polite as you
let this kinda-sorta-familiar stranger
bestow her affections upon you.
And that's okay.
Because I know you.
And I love you.
I always will.
xx
Suzanne
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