I never knew her young and I never cared to. She was perfect the way she was and I would wait all day for her. Walking from the car to the grocery store took a day and half but it didn't matter because she was Mary and she was old. Eating a meal lasted a lifetime. I would have scarfed my food down in 8 minutes while she talked about how she hadn't had a McDonalds cheese burger since she took my brother and I there when I was 5. 20 years went by and the cheese burger was the same. I was different. Grown up-kind of, taller than her now and patient. Patient with her life because now at 25 I knew it wouldn't last forever. Mary managed to stay about the same. Same wrinkles. Same grey hairs. It's funny how she never seemed to age. She looked like a Grandma, the same Grandma I always had. I would sit and listen to her talk about being old and how it was the "pits." I agreed with her.
Just thinking about getting old terrifies me a little. It's snowing now- I can stop waiting on the weather to make a decision. It decided to snow. See that's the thing, the stagnate state of life makes me impatient. I need to just wait. What is the rush? Absorb the moments, the seconds and let the weather be what it wants. Stop hurrying life and the people around you. Patience for loved ones, friends and family. Patience for strangers driving you nuts in traffic and even the post office, if you can believe it. Patient for the moments you know you might never have again. I think that's why I would wait for Mary all day. I knew those moments were special, that they were limited and I wanted to remember them forever. My moments with Mary are over now. I hope to find the patience I had for her and use it on the rest of my life… cause really, 20 years from now the cheeseburger will still be there. Be patient.
Abs I loved your grandma Mary! I use to play in her backyard looking for horny toads and lizards =) I think I even took her candy once or twice!! lol Miss ya lady. Keep up the blogs, I love reading them!
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