Next month will be the 9 year anniversary of my Grandmama passing away. That's just so strange to think about. It seems like it was only yesterday.
It has been 8 years and 11 months since I've seen my Great-Uncle, Grandmama's brother. Today, he was here waiting with us while my mom had a double mastectomy to remove the cancer that was trying to make a run for it.
I was sitting back with mom in pre-op, when I saw his white headed, bow-legged self walking in. He gave me a hug and said, "hey you girl." I didn't know if he knew it was me, or my sister. But, I took the hug happily all the same, and we sorted out later "which one" I was.
We visited a bit while mom was in surgery. And then again once she got up to her room afterwards. It was in her room that I felt like Grandmama may as well be sitting in the room with us.
I guess because I was only ever really around him along with her. Tonight when I heard his voice, in this quiet hospital room while my mom slept from the pain medication, I expected to hear Grandmama's laugh peppered in.
But, it was quiet. And, I so keenly missed her.
That was not the feeling I expected to feel today. Time goes by, but still I wish she were here. She would have been just the right person to have around today.
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I saw this earlier in the week, but I didn't have time to write then. Your mom has been on my mind and I've been praying for her. I hope her post surgery time is going as well as it can. Hugs.
I kept expecting to see her or hear her too.
Thank you Thia, I am doing very well.
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