Memory Monday…It’s a thing.
At one point, the house I grew up in was full. Divorces and other people essentially abandoning their kid brought family and friends to my Grandmother’s doorstep. From the doorstep, they came into the living room, we doubled up in bedrooms, and converted a small utility room into a bedroom. Then they all got remarried or grew up and moved out. Granny and I were the only two left in the house. I was in high school and had to ride a school bus about an hour each direction. I think I had to catch the bus by 630-645a so we could get to the school in time for kids to eat breakfast in the cafeteria so I had to be up by 6a to get ready.
Granny and I were night owls, preferring to sit up and watch TV or read until the late hours of the night. I would try to go to bed by 11p, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to be up all hours of the night. Her bed room was at the back of the house and she had a nice view of the apple trees that lined our back yard. Deer would could out of the hills at night and eat the apples that fell to the ground. I was never sure if she heard the deer or if she actually watched for them, but she would wake me at 2a or 3a in the morning to watch the deer with her. I didn’t complain, I just went with it. We’d watch them eat the apples from her bedroom window. Sometimes, we were lucky enough to slip out the front door and stand in the side yard watching them. We didn’t talk. We didn’t need to talk in those moments.
My grandmother died midway through my senior year of high school. It’s been over 20 years now and it’s rare that a day goes by that I don’t think about those mornings with her. Like a kid, I would love to have just one more…one more morning with her.
My advice: Cherish the small moments with your loved ones. You never have as much time as you think you do with them.