My grandmother is up there in age, she's not as young as she use to be. The white took the place of the gray hair that took the place of the her once ebony tresses. Though many people let their age get to them and remember a time when they were "da bomb", but my grandmother doesn't. She looks foward on the future, she is happy with the life she has, though she has the aches and pains that go with being 81, she also have the grand children and great grand children that goes with it, which give her joy.
My fondest memory of my grandmother was when I was around 7 years old
and grandma took me to the playground, since I stayed after school it was
rather late and the playground was empty. The sun was setting and it was
still hot out. I got on the swings, grandma pushed me. I rather liked being
alone at the playground with my grandmother, there were no screaming kids
and no one calling me a wuss for holding my grandmother's hand.. At that
very mommuemnt I realized Grandma was once a child, I know that sounds
weird, but I always thought she was created. Grandma is a strong person,
she is one of those old fashion women who can go out and wrestle up dinner,
cook it, clean it and have it on the table before 6:00. She was nothing
at all like my mother. Grandma over came racial injustice in the south,
survived so many tragedies and has the best immune system in the world.
I saw my grandmother as near to God as one could be, I was suprised she
acutally bleed when she cut her finger opening a can of corn one day.
The sun almost gone, there was just a hint of orange in the sky. Grandma
told it was time to go home, I then asked her did she want to swing. Grandma
smiled and she got on. I pushed her and she was swinging. I watched as
she went back and forth, her long hair was came lose from the bun she always
kept it in and her dress fanned out. This is the very way I will always
remember my grandmother (she is still alive folks okay I just spoke
to her this morning!). After the sun subsided into the clouds yeilding
to the uncomming darkness Grandma got of the swing and took me by me hand
and we walked home.
My grandmother was like a father to me. My mother left my father when she was carrying me and she lived with grandma untill she could get on her feet. My mother worked long days at a factory and grandma always picked me up from school and watched me.