“A year after I’m gone, please wipe my photo on the headstone.” Only you. “Promise me,” Grandma Rose murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she shared her final wish. A year after laying her to rest, I found myself at her grave, ready to fulfill my promise, equipped with a few tools. What I discovered behind her worn photo frame took my breath away.
My grandma Evelyn, affectionately called Rose by those fortunate enough to know her, meant everything to me. The quiet in her home now feels hollow, like a tune without its harmony. There are moments when I find myself instinctively reaching for my phone to call her, momentarily forgetting that she’s no longer here. Even after Grandma Rose was gone, she had one last surprise waiting to be revealed… A moment that would alter the course of my life for good.
“Time to wake up, darling!”Her voice lingers in my thoughts, as comforting as the warmth of summer sunshine. Each morning of my childhood began with Grandma Rose softly brushing my hair, her gentle hums filling the air with the old songs she said her mother had taught her.
“My little adventurer,” she would chuckle, gently untangling the knots. “I was just like you at your age.”
“Please tell me about when you were little, Grandma,” I would plead, sitting cross-legged on her worn bathroom rug.
“Well,” she’d start, her eyes sparkling in the mirror, “I once tucked frogs away in my teacher’s desk drawer.” Can you believe it?”
“No way, you didn’t!”“
“Oh, I really did!” Do you know what my mom said when she found out?”
“Huh?””
“Evelyn, it’s true that even the hardest hearts can be touched, sometimes by the simplest gesture of kindness.”
“So?””
“I’ve stopped catching those poor frogs again!””
The morning rituals had a profound impact on me, her wisdom woven into stories and soft, caring gestures. One morning, while she was braiding my hair, I caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes reflected in the mirror.
“Is everything okay, Grandma?”“
She offered that gentle smile of hers, her fingers continuing their task without interruption. “Everything’s fine, darling.” At times, love just overflows, much like a cup brimming with sunshine.
The walks to elementary school felt like little adventures hidden in the midst of everyday life. Grandma turned each block into a whole new universe.
“Hurry up, Lily!”“She’d whisper, pulling me behind Mr. Thompson’s maple tree.” “Watch out, the sidewalk pirates are on their way!””
I would chuckle, joining in on the fun. “What should we do?””
“We say the magic words, of course.” She held my hand firmly. “Safety, family, love—the three words that send any pirate running!””
