- Watching the mariners again tonight which always brings me back to my grandparents that I spoke of last post. Brings back the smells, the smiles, the laughter. My grandpa who was always cracking jokes and telling my little brother that the reason he was missing fingers is that he bit them off while he was trying to feed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich 😁. That in turn makes me think of my grandma Olga who I loved sitting in her kitchen with, the bench seating around the wall in her kitchen, it wasn’t square though, it was round and fluffy with padding, she taught me how to eat cream cheese out of the foil package with our fingers 😁 which I still do in her honor today.my aunt grace who was diabetic and used to come stay at our house, she loved me but hated my rocknroll music lol. I remember staying with her also and her fluffy white dog scamper. We’d talk and laugh and she always had sugar free home made baked stuff that was soooo good. I loved sitting at her vanity in her room and playing with her stuff. I still have her locket that is filled with her smell.
One person who is in my heart and on my mind alot is my uncle Kip, he and aunt Ida would come take me places alot. Get me out of the house, we always had fun and I could be a kid, I could be myself. I loved my uncle unconditionally, he was always there, I knew without a doubt that he would be there with me my entire life. He was, he helped me through good and bad times, always with his twisted sense of humor and a beer or two or three, he was there when I was married to my best friend, when I bought my first house and helped pull me out of a police car so I wouldn’t go to jail, I have the utmost pit of guilt that I didn’t know he was ill and not going to get better until it was to late. I hope he knows how very much I loved him. He is buried at Tahoma National Ce which I can walk to from my house. I still visit from time to time when I need his calming voice and rational thoughts, he lets me know he’s still here and watching peacefully