Hi. I know I have been the worst blogger ever. I have no excuse. Except that having 2 kids is a lot harder than having one for me. But that is another topic for another day.
There is a lot that I need to catch up on but I really feel that I need to write about my grandma right now.
So we decided to sell our house, pack up and move to Dallas, Tx. A place that we know almost nothing about. In the process of finding a new place to stay, I have been living at my parents house with our boys while Steven has been house hunting and working in Texas. We have been here at mey parents house for a little over a month. 2 weeks after we moved in, my grandma(Bama) had to move in as well. She is 80 and her body and mind are starting to go. According to her Dr. she does not have much time left. This time we have been able to live in the same house with her has been such a blessing in disguise. I am so glad that we are able to spend some serious quality time with her before we leave.
Even though she is starting to go she has not lost her sense of humor. We have been able to sit around and talk at nights and I really wanted to record some of what she says. I know that my writing won't be able to it justice even a little bit but my hopes are that I will be able to preserve my memory of her.
Bama can not remember my name or who I am. Even though she doesn't always know who I am, I think that she knows that I am important to her. She treats me like she loves me. Bama also has a hard time finding her words or figuring out where people fit into her life... Ok, now I feel like I am ready to share our almost daily conversation.
Tonight I was talking with her and she said;
"I know I should know... but who are you again?"
"Bama, it's me Emily."
"Oh. How do I know you?"
"I'm your granddaughter. Remember?"
"I'm Tracy's daughter."
"No...! You have to write that down for me, I don't think I heard you right."
On a piece of paper I wrote;
Emily (25) is your granddaughter.
Winston (3) and Tommy (11 months) are your great grand children.
She was shocked.
It is kind of fun watching her discover every day that she is a grandmother and a great grandmother. Sometimes she doesn't believe me.