Grandma Millie was the world to me. I can sit here today, close my eyes, and see her contagious smile. She always had a hint of mischievousness to her, and she is everything I want to be.
When she passed away, I didn’t cry. This was surprising to me mainly because she was the corner stone to my life. As time marches on though, I find myself thinking about her more, and crying.
She would have been so proud watching Boy Child graduate. She would have cooed over our house and would have told Eric and I how proud she was of us. She would been here. And now she isn’t.
I’ve recently fallen in love with a Taylor Swift song, Marjorie. It reminds me of grandma. I bite back tears when she sings “what died didn’t stay dead, you’re alive in my head”.
There is one line that I kept getting lost in.
“Never be so polite, you forget your power, never wield such power, you forget to be polite”
I am a people pleaser. I am a mom. And sometimes I stay polite and forget the power I have and should wield in certain circumstances. Grandma knew this fine art.
I asked Miss S if she would give me a tattoo today. It’s the first one she has given me since she started working as a tattoo artist.
I had it placed on the inside of my wrist, where my watch is normally. It’s a reminder of grandma. Of my politeness. My power. And life.
