Three generations provide the perfect recipe for balance in families that are a little bit wonky.
Child-parent-grandparent, loving and needing and kneading love into the ball of emotions that overwhelmed creates.
I smile in this moment, watching funny videos of Poppies and Mamas taking care of the little ones two generations away from theirs…owning the sassy and hilarious-to-them, but
they
would
never have put up with that from their own…
Then I smile thinking about my own grandparents, now gone for what feels like an eternity…
I miss them so much.
I saw highway billboards this past week wishing a Happy Day to unknown Boomers.
I choked up remembering the cards we made and letters we used to send to let Granny & Popoo, Grandma & Grandpa know how much we loved them.
A tradition my own progeny has not maintained…
Missing closeness, there is nothing but distance…
Fresh opportunities are on the horizon for them that are alive.
For me, heart-filled contemplation of what was and will always be…
Rest in peace James, Edna, Harry, Mildred, Hattie, Alice.
Love,
joy
