Friday, August 20, 2010

in practice for my book of life's short storires im gonna start writing alot of short stuff ,feel free to delete yourself now.

My first memory in life is putting a spoon in the garbabe disposal when I was 3 years old. I can still remember the sound of the grinding metal, and the fear and embarassment it instilled in me. In the midst of my tears there was a voice of calm and love to comfort me. With a laundry basket in one hand and me in the other, My maternal Grandmother held me as I cried. She told me everything would be alright. I only have a few concrete memories of her, but still to this day I recall her as one of the most gentle and loving people I ever came in contact with. I hope one day I can comfort my Grandchildren with half the grace she did on this day in 1983.

1 comment:

Ashley said...

1983 was a great year. i wish i had just 1 memory of her but such is life.