My sweet Memere (My maternal Grandmother) has been very sick since before Christmas. Although she is physically getting stronger, her mind is getting weaker as dementia slowly steals her from us.
Memere and I have had a strong soul connection since I was born and I spent the last 41 years of my life learning from her. How to roll out the perfect spinach ravioli , how to pray in french, how to swear in french (and Italian), how to have a gentle touch, how to drink baileys on the rocks when you can’t fall asleep, how to set a magazine cover worthy dinner table for ten and how to make everything a party.
Although her words and thoughts are confused now, she is still spilling wisdom into my world. Yesterday when I was visiting with her she threw her hands up and in her beautiful french accent said “𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎”
My dear friend Julie, a nurse, who angelically happens to be working with other patients at the same facility that Memere is in, was sitting with us. She looked at me and said “That needs to be the name of your next book”....and just like that, I realized even though her mind might be tangled and tired, she still knows. She knows my heart. She knows my hands. She knows my eyes and she knows exactly what to say.
I hope we all live knowing that it’s true. Everyday is a new story....So, what will you write?