Thursday, August 20, 2015


I have been thinking a lot about my Mema lately.

I've written about her a few times, most recently when I talked how it feels to visit her as a parent instead of a kid {post here}. I talked about the memories that bubble up with those familiar turns that wind past trees right to her orange-bricked house. I talked about how fun it is to see my kids start to latch onto those turns and make memories of their own.

While I used that post to talk about my kids taking my place in the wooden kitchen chairs, today's post is about my own memories. My Mema is my mother's mother and has been an important part of my life for all of my 31 years. I'm sure all my cousins would say the same, but in all the time I spend with that lady, she makes me feel like the most special person in her life.

When I was young, she encouraged me to write and always had a clean notebook and fresh pencils waiting for me. For as long as I can remember, she's made the best grilled cheese {cut into four squares, of course} and let me slurp juice from a jelly jar and watch game shows while I ate. She's still skilled at the art of the sandwich, too, just ask my kids! We did crosswords, we went shopping, we fed ducks, and I talked. She listened. She always had a book she wanted me to read and never cared when I made a mess in her closet looking for old hats and shoes.

As I grew older, she kept listening. In my college years a trip to her house was easier to manage and I did it frequently. She knew every detail of my school experience and every sordid tale surrounding boy troubles. Eventually I started bringing a boy with me. One afternoon she told me he was her favorite and later that night he asked me to be his girlfriend. He even tells me he had big plans to propose at her house a few months later, but that darn ring was burning a hole in his pocket. Things seemed to have turned out fine, though.

So much has changed since those days, but not Mema. She still lives in that same orange house and still makes me feel pretty darn special when I get the chance to visit her. She celebrated her 85th birthday last Saturday, and unfortunately had to eat her cake and rock her party hat in the hospital. She's had a rough time with heart-related issues. She had one surgery last week and doctors are preparing to perform another. My mom and a few of her sisters have been with Mema in Memphis for weeks, trying to provide comic relief and keep her spirits high.

We would appreciate it if you kept this sweet lady in your prayers as she tries to overcome. I am thankful and I am lucky to have her in my life. She's been my grandma, she's been my pen pal, and she's been my friend. I know all my cousins, aunts, uncles, and extended family love her more than they can say and are rooting for her.

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1 comment:

Unknown said...

Oh Jessica, this is so sweet. I'll be thinking of you and your family as you say your final goodbyes this week.