August 27, 2007
Pappap walked on his hands the length of his Army barracks. His sister had a roomful of sewing supplies and dolls (ruffled clothes, staring eyes) she crafted to sell. Another sister went sled-riding with my brother and I after church, shrieking her way down the hill in dress boots. My grandmothers were full of stories, comfort, and laughter. When did they grow frail, feeble, cautious, forgetful, melancholy, distant, slow, nostalgia-ridden, shaky....just so blatantly old? When did they begin to fade away? How can you miss someone standing right before you? How can you hold them as time slips away?