Two small salmon swivel rockers sat in front of the family room window. For the last ten years of her life, I took up residence in one of those chairs, listening intently as she reminisced about the past and asking questions about her youth. That swivel seat afforded me time to know her not only as my grandmother, but as a…… Continue reading Front row seat
I pushed the heavy door open, slowly, and a bit reluctantly. The room was somber and devoid of sunlight. I could see my aunt caressing my grandmother’s thin white hand while gently cradling her face with the other. My grandmother appeared strained, tired, absent. I gingerly walked into the room finding my place at her bedside. She…… Continue reading Behind that door
Actress Elizabeth Montgomery, of ‘Bewitched’ fame, sat at her makeup table and brushed her hair religiously before climbing into bed with Darren every night. I can still see her gently grasping a golden clump of hair with one hand, then systematically pulling the brush through with the other. It was so effortless, and ridiculously comforting…… Continue reading A Simple Gesture
I stood back, by the end of the bed and let the two of them say goodbye. I couldn’t see my twenty-five-year-old daughter’s face, but I could see my grandmother looking adoringly at her great-granddaughter; the two faces mere inches apart. It was eerily sweet; she couldn’t take her eyes off her. It was as if she was memorizing her glistening…… Continue reading Every last moment.