What moment reminded you that life is fleeting—and how did that feel? (Thanks for the prompt Rojie!)
In the latter part of 1999, I was 23 years old and not wanting to ever be free from the warm comforting clutches as ‘Gramma’s girl’, I used to say to her over and over that she WOULD be alive to watch me walk down the aisle.
Gramma could be ever so slightly dramatic, if not histrionic, and would talk about dying like it might be something waiting for her when she opened the dryer to take the clothes out and fold them.
When I’d hug her goodbye she’d say things like “well this might be the last time you see me”. That’s when I’d always reassure her, (and at that point I was planning my wedding), I’d say with a chuckle, Gramma you are going to see me walk down the aisle!
This went on for months and months. Her with the morbid talk about how her days on this earth were numbered, and me rolling my eyes and reassuring her this would not be our last visit and she would be at my wedding.
The wedding date was set for July 1, 2000. On December 27, 1999 I got the phone call that came straight out of left field and shook me to the core, my Dad on the other end of the line saying Gramma had dropped to her death, they figured likely a heart attack, right in her kitchen.
Dammit. Just like that.
She got her way and her presence was missed tremendously when I put my beautiful white dress on and walked down the aisle.
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