I've decided to name this series Radiant, in honor of the relationship between Wilbur and Charlotte in Charlotte's Web. This was one of my favorite books as a kid and continues to be one of my favorites to this day. E.B. White did the extraordinary by compelling his readers to fall in love with the story of a pig and a spider and their miraculous friendship.
As the stories have come in for this series, I've grown increasingly excited about sharing with you all not only the stories, but also the talent behind the stories. First up in the series is Renée from Antiquarian Miss with a story about her relationship with her grandmother. So without further ado, this is Renée's story:
I never really got along with my Grandmother. She died when I was 12 and it wasn't until I was older that I knew very much about her life at all. I hated going to her house when my parents went on trips. She made me do chores and she didn't think everything I said was funny or interesting the way my parents did. The only thing I enjoyed about spending time with her was that she watched the BBC show "Are You Being Served?" before she went to bed each night and I liked watching the ever changing pastel colored hair of one of the main characters.
When she first became ill, she lost all of her hair and began wearing a turban. My cousins and I laughed and laughed at it and we thought it was even funnier when she got a wig. She'd chuckle a little along with us but in a beat she'd be back to her old self; telling us what to do and pointing out our flaws.
On the last visit before she became bed ridden, I came for a visit. It was just me this time. I was shocked to find that she had moved a TV out to her dining room table because she was a big believer in traditional mealtime. She spent almost every day, of this particular trip, sitting at the dining room table and watching that TV.
One morning, I woke up before her which was very unusual. I was surprised not to see her standing in the kitchen cooking or in her spot at the dining room table. I poked around through the videos that she had stacked up and took notice of the bag of twizzlers that she had been working on. I picked out a video tape of Red Skelton, the comedian, and started eating the twizzlers.
A few minutes later I heard my grandmother's voice. "What do you think you're doing?" she said and I shuddered. I wondered just how angry she would be and how much I would suffer the rest of the day for trespassing on her space.
But she wasn't angry. She sat down next to me and grabbed a twizzler. We watched Red Skelton at her dining room table and aside from our laughter, we were silent. When the tape was over, she started cooking breakfast and things returned to normal.
Roughly a year later, after attending her funeral, my family and I sat at the same dining room table and had dinner. When we all bowed our heads to say grace, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was just the two of us there again and I was full of gratitude...that I had even a glimpse of what it would have been like for us to be friends.
Such an untraditional view of love, no? I loved that this was the story Renée chose to share. A small, unexpected moment of connection. A huge thank you to Renée for sharing her story! Please feel free to leave your comments either here or right on Renée's blog and of course be sure to check out her blog for more stories!
Enjoy your Wednesday!