{"id":2756,"date":"2021-02-08T05:43:19","date_gmt":"2021-02-08T12:43:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.irenenorth.com\/writings\/?p=2756"},"modified":"2024-04-22T02:46:07","modified_gmt":"2024-04-22T02:46:07","slug":"indelible-moment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/irenenorth.com\/writings\/2021\/02\/08\/indelible-moment\/","title":{"rendered":"Indelible moment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/gram-for-poem.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-135\" src=\"https:\/\/www.irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/gram-for-poem-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"629\" height=\"839\" srcset=\"https:\/\/irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/gram-for-poem-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/gram-for-poem-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/gram-for-poem-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/gram-for-poem-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/gram-for-poem.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 629px) 100vw, 629px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>She packed the last bag into my car<br \/>\nwe went back inside where she put the kettle on<br \/>\nheld the string so the bag didn&#8217;t fall in<br \/>\nShe sat down at her usual spot at the head of the table<br \/>\nI took my spot to her left<br \/>\nAs the tea steeped, we talked about the usual things<br \/>\nand worked on the daily crossword in the paper<\/p>\n<p>She opened a bottle of Avon hand lotion<br \/>\na reminder of her decades on the assembly line<br \/>\nShe worked the lotion through her arthritic hands<\/p>\n<p>Her fingers were always soft on my face<br \/>\nher hands held my head in place when she kissed me on the cheek<br \/>\nthen wrapped her arms around me<br \/>\nThe hugs were warm and neither of us wanted to say goodbye<br \/>\nShe held me tight and I felt safe<\/p>\n<p>Gram got up to get her tea, squeezed the bag, tossed it away,<br \/>\na dollop of milk for the perfect brew<br \/>\nI grabbed the water jug from her fridge<br \/>\nfilled the aluminum cup like I&#8217;ve done thousands of times before<br \/>\nwe rejoined around the table, talked about the world<br \/>\nas we watch the steam from her cup rise toward the ceiling<\/p>\n<p>When the drinks were done, we knew I had to go<br \/>\nneither of us wanted to leave<br \/>\nwe talked some more while sipping on cold tea and warm water<br \/>\nalways wishing we had more time<\/p>\n<p>There was a long sigh and a \u201cwhelp\u201d<br \/>\nShe wrapped her arms around me<br \/>\na warm hug held me tightly in place<br \/>\nneither of us wanted to say goodbye<br \/>\nI rested my head on her shoulder<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t want to let go<br \/>\nan extra tight squeeze, a light tap on my back<br \/>\nthe moment would soon be over<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI&#8217;ll see you later,\u201d she said as she shoved a Benjamin in my pocket<br \/>\na dance we&#8217;d performed a dozen times before<\/p>\n<p>I got in my car, put my seat belt on<br \/>\n\u201cBe good,\u201d she said. \u201cDon&#8217;t drive too fast.\u201d<br \/>\nTwenty-one hours later, I&#8217;d let her know I had arrived home<br \/>\nExhausted and sleepy, I&#8217;d talk to her for another hour<\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;s been gone ten years and I can&#8217;t pick up the phone<br \/>\nI can still smell her lotion<br \/>\nI hear her voice in the recesses of my mind<br \/>\nIf I close my eyes, I can feel her warm embrace<\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;s the only grandma I ever knew<br \/>\nand I think about her all the time<\/p>\n<p>I squeeze the bag in my favorite teacup<br \/>\nwatch the steam rise into the air<br \/>\nI close my eyes, the conversations come rushing in<br \/>\nand the hugs sometimes too tight to bear<br \/>\nI smile and try to be good<br \/>\nbut I still can&#8217;t seem to drive 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