Nana's Jewelry Box
This post was written on the 7th of June
My sons were blessed to have had their great grandmother living with them since birth. My maternal grandmother who raised me, had lived with us for 16 years until she passed at the age of 98 on May 1, 2009. My sons enjoyed being with her just as much as she enjoyed being with them. When they were toddlers she read to them and played a lot of games with them. Even when she could no longer get down on the floor she still played and BEAT them in checkers.. Yes, she beat the babies – hey they had to learn defeat at some point in their lives!
She transitioned about an hour before they got home from school so they were able see her, say goodbye and shed their tears before the mortician came to get her body. To this day, they believe that Nana is watching over them and oftentimes talk about the good times and how much they still miss her. A week ago I got a call from the school because Malik was crying uncontrollably, he later admitted that he was thinking about Nana and all his emotions came pouring out. So it’s no wonder that he got mad at me when I tried to sell a jewelry box that once belonged to her at last weekend’s flea market. It was marked $3.00 but no one bought it – I guess there was a reason, so I told him that if he really wanted it he could keep it, we changed it to fit his bedroom decor (lol).
I truly love my son because his heart is pure.