But the ache of you this morning makes me think of my grandma, gone now for over 25 years. She was the one person who loved me for me -- the willful, sensitive, smart, adventurous girl I was (and still am) -- she adored me unconditionally. My grandma helped me get through. The ache of her absence is stronger, still, than any pain in my hands.
On this hot and humid morning, my sore hands evoke my grandma, which evokes Bill Withers and his haunting, soulful "Grandma's Hands."
My grandma holding my son a year or so before she passed.
Grandma's hands...
Grandma's hands...
I have a similar photo of my first baby and his great-grandmother.
ReplyDeleteMy hands. No one will diagnose it, but I think I've had arthritus, at least in my hands, for over 20 years.
Ann, as always, a wonderful post.
Its so funny to read this blog today. First off, this song is one of my all time faves, and seconed I was recently diognosed with Rhumitoid arthritis. You are an amazeing women Ann. I am so greatfull to have met you and to meet the people who walked through the door you opened into my life. What a blessing. -Annie Artino
ReplyDeleteAnnie, I am grateful for you too. So sorry to hear about the arthritis! Glad this post came along at just the right time for you! Ann
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