THE CELEBRATION
My grandmother died when I was 5 years old and quite honestly that is when my first memory began. I have read that some events in life are so traumatic that it causes a person to block out past memories. So growing up I only had one grandmother. I was the oldest so I of course was her favorite.
Every year we celebrate her birthday with some type of family gathering because we recognize what a tremendous blessing it is to have her still here on this earth. Last year I missed the celebration to attend my daughter’s mother’s baby shower in Ohio. I say her baby shower because as a man we are merely there to carry the gifts. Although I had a great time and her family was very accommodating, I wondered if I missed the last celebration last year. Well thank GOD I didn’t.
We descended on South Georgia to surprise her with a birthday dinner that included friends and family. I was already in the area after attending the KEM concert in a neighboring town. She was happy to see all of us but nothing compared to her reaction when she saw my cousin Nicole who she raised. Nicole now lives in California and flew in for this special day.
As I sat back and took in all the festivities my love and appreciation grew for my beautiful family. Growing up I thought everyone’s family fellowships and genuinely enjoyed each others company as we do. The more I experience other families the more I appreciate what my family has given me and continues to give.
It’s because of the loving spirit that my grandmother bestowed upon my mother as a child that she is the phenomenal woman that she is today. It’s because of her tremendous sense of family that my uncles and my aunts are more like brothers and sisters to me.
I am glad she enjoyed this special day because it is so important to give the people who you love their flowers while they are alive so that they may enjoy.
May 5, 2011 at 11:40 pm
I lost my father mother at the age of 9 and my mother mom at the age of 6 and some memories last a lifetime. I remember waking up to fresh baked biscuits, sweet potato pies and seeing coconut jelly cake on the dining room table. The soulful church music that played loud as we were getting ready for church. WOW, I am so grateful for the mantle of Jesus and Baking they passed on to me…I am overjoyed as you bring back memories of the grandmother. I called one granny and the other momma.