The crinkle of the plastic wrapper, the slightly cinnamon-y scent of the cracker, and the feel of cardboard in my hands. These three things are so familiar to me that for a bit I am transported back several years. All of a sudden I'm 7 or 8 years old again, sitting in my grandparent's house, eating grahm crackers and drinking milk while we watch The Price is Right. I relish in this, because I know that the next time we sit at this table it will be lunch time, and they will make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich and change the channel to Barney even though I outgrew it about 5 years ago, even though I tell them that Barney is for babies every time.
Baby Girl (the little girl I watch Tuesday mornings) decides that I've been standing still, lost in thought far too long and she really wants that graham cracker in my hand. So, with a very loud "Augh!" she launches her spoon at me from her high chair as if to say "Hey! What's taking you so long?!" Shaking my head I feel the memories slip away as I bring myself back to the present, and calmly and sweetly remind Baby Girl "oh no yelling honey, say please. Can you say please?". She responds with repeating the "puh" sound for the next 5 minutes intermittent with the smacking of her little gums and teeth as she munches on her "na" as she calls it.
Later, when Baby Girl is taking her nap, I find myself thinking once again about my grandparents. All four of them. All gone now. I realize that I don't think of them often. I remember back to the last time I had all four of them in my life, I was 8. It's been so long that it seems they have slipped away, yet every once and awhile, like today they come rushing back. Whenever I smell graham crackers, or everytime I see a crow (long story, but one of my grandfather's used to make crow noises...) or whenever I play cribbage with my father. Little memories that seem far away, like they belong to another lifetime. Little memories that come crawling back, memories triggered by a specific sight, touch, smell or sound. Memories that remind me that I carry those I have lost with me always. They are always there just past my reach, never quite in focus, but always there when I need them.
Today, this post is just to remember those I have lost. Family and friend. Those who have left this earth and are now living peacefully and joyfully with God. I miss you all and I love you more than words can say.
Rest in Peace
Dorothy Boucher
Antoine Boucher
Natalie Cote
Robert Cote
Bobby Cote
David Cahill Sr.
Skip Cote
Uncle Bud
Aunt Rosemund
Lisa
Aunt Shirley Wrubel
Jane
Don't forget to remember those who have left this walk of life. They lived joyfully, and while there is a time to mourn, there is also a time to remember all the wonderful memories they have left us with. All the joyful times that they brought smiles to our lips and to our hearts.
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