Remembering My Grandmother During The Holidays

It's funny how it happens. You are running around, buying gifts, going to parties and the holiday is a  blur. It's hard to remember to slow down and enjoy it.

My Grandmommie was Christmas crazy. Her tree always looked amazing. He house seemed like a swiss chalet at holiday time. When her packages would arrive to my parents house we could not believe our eyes. She would painstakingly wrap every gift in a different paper, with a fabulous bow and trinket tied to the top. She loved Christmas. In the hustle and bustle I hadn't remembered that, until I heard the blinker on my car.

I had turned off the radio, to have a quite moment in the car by myself. I needed a little sanity break in my car. I put on my blinker to signal a left turn and heard the melodic tune. It brought me right back to being in the car with my Grandmother.

I loved spending time with Grandmommie alone. We would often go off and do things together, like two girlfriends. I always loved the sound of the blinker in her car. It was like a little song. I loved to watch her hands on the steering wheel so delicate and lady like. I would go anywhere with her, just being with her was a treat. I was only too proud to take a trip to a gallery selling her art. Or to see her working on a painting at home in her studio. She was a mystery. loved growing up that close to an artist. It made me love the creative process and respect people with artistic ability. I looked up to her as a big sister, I adored her like a mother, and I respected her as my Grandmother. She was everything to me.

Back in my car, hearing my own blinker I had tears in my eyes as I remembered my Grandmommie. It reminds me to stop and enjoy all the people in my life that inspire me and that I love. Is there someone you are missing this holiday? Tell me about them.