Polish Plate Dinner Night
A letter, occurring after dinner with a relative. First time in a long while. But feels like no time has passed at all.
Wanted to tell you, thanks for sharing memories so I know more about Grams’ last days. I had a feeling she was ready to go but never really knew. Took me awhile to understand why I didn’t come around as much that summer as now I wish I had. I’d been around a lot with her for years. I wasn’t too busy or anything. I didn’t realize til later, wasn’t ready to face she’d be gone. Somehow, it hadn’t been the same for me w/Gramps, still as hard but just in a different way. Maybe partly cuz she was still here. Love them both more than words. I know you’re same ❤️. Funny thing, Grams would tell me life’s harder if you’re emotional. Sometimes that’s true, she was a wise bird. But I couldn’t have it any other way.
Here’s a good memory. And about BIG BOY, haha … When the Milan one closed, the last night was a goodbye party. So many years of memories we all shared. Some of mine were: breakfasts w/Dad before school & work. He’d flirt w/the waitresses. Even @ like 6 a.m. 🥴 Hanging out w/high school friends. Belgian waffles after a v-ball tourney. How many hot fudge cakes, & grilled pecan rolls! Dates w/guys from school, two who are gone now, passed away too young. Just so many things to reminisce.
I got teared up, & Grams said, “Well land sake’s Joy, why are you crying about the Big Boy …??” 😆 Gramps just nodded & smiled, prob. couldn’t really hear us ❤️
Makes me laugh to remember it. You sure got lucky w/in-laws, and me w/grandparents. And the rest of our family!
Ok that’s PLENTY said! Nuff for now. Later U.D. (unkie dave)
Joybird
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