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Headed home yay!

until I get home, lol

18/366-2012

the "Premature Baby Book" on iPad using the Kindle app, and waiting on Lil' Miss to come home.

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I remember them being much younger when my brother and I were young, watched them grow older, watched them go from well to sick, listened to my Grandfather speak about "when he is no longer here", and even watched as my Grandmother "forgot" who I was although she's known me since before I knew myself.

I've learned to live without my Grandfather for over a decade now. I remember the stories of him "fighting the lion" and "slingshotting the bear", not realizing they were analogies for something I'd learn much later in life. I remember being five years old, sitting on the back of the couch in his den, "braiding" his hair. He sat there and looked very pleased with my work, and even left it that way the entire weekend knowing that my Grandmother would have to cut those knots out after I left. I still see the horse races airing on the television, smell the beautiful smell of his pipe and that room...the one he sat in all day still feels as though he's still there. I believed him for YEARS, beginning at age four, that he got his car in the backyard by picking it up and lifting it over the gate...lol...that is until I just so happened to be looking out the kitchen window when he came home. Memories...

I remember my Grandmother correcting me when I'd say, "I brung it...". She REFUSED to spell my name the way it is on my birth certificate and insisted that the correct spelling was with an "EI". I still hear her calling my name...KYYYYYSSSHH. She laughed at me when I was two years old, every time I'd attempt to turn the hall light off...it was so high up back then, and the last time I saw her in the house...she laughed and reminded me of how short I used to be and how high I'd jump to flip that switch. She LOVED cheese and pickles...something I do as well! She made the most amazing macaroni & cheese, lemon pound cake, and some kind of green jello that was made in a bundt pan and had pineapples in it that I've never had again once she began to forget things. Memories...

I wish I had only taken a few pictures of them...of me and them together. I never did...not even with a polaroid. All that I have are OLD pictures of them when they were young, obituaries, a photo of her as she laid to rest in the funeral home and THIS...my final words to her. I was her first Grandchild...and I wanted to be first to write in this book.

I was born in the same month as my Grandmother...just 6 days before her birthday. My brother was born in the same month as my Grandfather...10 days after. They had one daughter and two grandchildren. My brother gave them three great grandchildren...all three know and remember "Greaty Grandma".

What I wouldn't do for a photo of us together!

I miss them!

Something has happened within me...I haven't put my camera down in days.