We're
gettin' there. We're not there yet. But we're gettin' there. --Bruce Springsteen,
2005
Blogging Friends.... This has been my mantra--a reminder to be
patient--as I have worked hard from before sunrise, all day long, and in
between Life's busyness on writing/editing April's fictional story.... Thanks,
Bruce!! 'Conversations With Grampa' was finished on Wednesday and I finally completely
edited it today!! During The River Challenge {read 'Triumph' to understand what
I am talking about!!} Life definitely did not stand still. And among all of the
deaths that happened in 2016, {sadly} 'The Grim Reaper', claimed my Grampa. On
March 19th, he lost his long battle with cancer. Death won. This is an
emotionally autobiographical, fictional 'book'--with true stories throughout it--that I wrote in Grampa's memory!! {Three times!! It took about twain years for me to write 'Conversations With Grampa'!! The first
version--'Remember When'--sucked.... My second attempt--'Purple Balloons'--was
good, and written in longhand.... 'Conversations With Grampa' is the third {and
final} version!! Well, what do you know, I actually like it!!} Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive,
Raelyn
Note.... It just recently occurred to me why my fictional stories
are as long as they are!! Because I do not write 'books'. No, I create
'movies'--with scenes literally playing in my head--and films are always at
least two hours long!! So there you go. 'Conversations With Grampa', this particular
fictional story, this 'movie' {or however way you want to phrase it} is what I
am calling a 'Hallmark'-like movie!! And, yes.... I did take out a 'deleted
scene'!!
"Conversations With Grampa"
Cancer
sucks. So say patients, family members, doctors, nurses and scientists alike. Cancer sucks. And they are absolutely
right. Cancer does, in fact, suck.... When--after a long, arduous, physically, emotionally and
mentally painful fight--my beloved Grampa succumbs to that devastating,
Life-changing, godforsaken disease. Cancer
sucks. I have seen this oh-so truthful phrase Online. But when that disease ruthlessly 'chooses' my Grampa {with two completely different variations of cancer, one of which spread} and,
ultimately, it contributes to taking his
Life? Cancer does not just suck. It
is deeply personal. When Grampa was still
alive, I would frequently drive my
'old' 1970's red-painted Nissan pickup truck and I'd visit him.... Either at his
house or at the hospital. I talked to Grampa. I gave his wife {my
Grammy}, a much-needed break so that
she can go shopping, one of her favorite pastimes. During which I helped
care for Grampa. I served him.... When he was not on a feeding tube, I heated
Grampa up some soup. I brought him crackers. I made Grampa coffee.
I brought him water or juice. I helped Grampa with his medication. When he was not on a catheter, I supported his
ailing body toward the bathroom, if necessary. Should Grampa need to sleep, I either quietly wrote,
or I read. But mostly?
We exchanged a Lifetime--for me, anyway--of stories
and memories....
"Grampa," I said one day, "Do you remember when my
youngest brother, Thomas was born? We saw his tiny little body for the very
first time. He sure was a cutie!! And then, as we walked through
the hospital parking garage toward
your car, you teasingly, jokingly said,
'Well? We gonna keep him?' Which was the same
exact thing that you said after
my sister, Joy was born, too!!"
I smiled.
"You need some new jokes,
Grampa!!" I said.
"I do remember
that!!" said Grampa, "And speaking of Joy.... Do you remember
what her point blank reply was to my silly
question?"
"Yes!!" I answered, "She said, 'We can't give him back!!'"
"And Thomas is,
indeed a keeper!!" said Grampa,
"You all are!! My grandkids. My children. My great grandkids.
You are all keepers!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "You {and Grammy}
are a very supportive Grandparent!! I
was never the athletic type. I did not play
soccer for years and years and years
like my oldest brother, Matthew. I was never the agile type,
either. I did not perform in dance
for several years like my cousins, Lushelle and Celine. However. I--as well as Matthew--did sing in the choir during
Easter and Christmas programs at my family's church every single year!! Remember that? Because you {and Grammy} were always there, sitting in old, antique church
pews, watching me sing!!"
"I remember...." said Grampa, "One particular Christmas when you were finally given an acting part
in that year's program...."
"And she was the main
character!!" I exclaimed, "Ah, Bethany.... That was my
character's name!! Of course, our Children's Church leader, 'Dan The Man' gave me a script to read. Which was an incredible help, because I am visual!! But 'Dan The Man' also gave me a cassette tape of our
Christmas program that I could listen
to."
"I remember...." said Grampa, "That you put your cassette in tape players....
And.... You listened to Bethany's
lines, memorizing them!!"
I laughed.
"Over and over and over
and over!!" I said, "I was probably
a cosmic pain in the neck who drove everybody absolutely crazy!! But I gave Bethany my one-hundred and ten percent!! Although,
I did not really act out that character....
I impersonated her!! My unnatural, high-pitched 'Barbie' voice sounded just like the recording
on that cassette tape!!"
"You did great,
Rae!!" encouraged Grampa, "You're an
incredibly beautiful singer and a talented actress!!"
I smiled.
"You are just saying that
because you're my Grampa!!" I said, "But thanks!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "I recently mentioned that that you {and
Grammy} are a very supportive
Grandparent. Do you remember when I participated
in an annual pro-life fundraiser/two-mile
long walk downtown called 'Steps For Life'? I did it every single year!! And you sponsored
me!! All because I am your
granddaughter!! Thank-you!!"
"You're welcome!!"
said Grampa, "You were very
passionate about 'Steps For Life'!! So.... Of course we would support you!!"
I smiled.
"And not only that...."
I said, "You encouraged me to raise even more money year, after year,
after year!! 'Think big!!' you said.
'Aim higher!!' you said. 'Shoot for the moon!!' I think you said. Guess what,
Grampa?! Think big, aim higher and shoot for the moon, I did!! Because
one year? I raised a thousand bucks for Pregnancy Resource
Center!! And it was all thanks to your sweet encouragement!!"
"That is wonderful,
Rae!!" encouraged Grampa, "I knew
you could do it!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "Do you remember
when I was only two years old and I
performed a face plant against my cement city sidewalk? I had been riding on our horse 'car' when an uneven
crack in the sidewalk caught a wheel or two. And that was when I did my face plant!! I probably got a huge fat lip.... Because that face plant knocked out my two front teeth!!"
Grampa winced at the memory.
"I remember,"
said Grampa, "You have certainly
suffered from a lot of injuries throughout your Life!! Rae.... You are one resilient girl!!"
I smiled.
"My two front teeth did
not grow back in until I was, like, six
or seven years old!!" I
exclaimed, "Each holiday season,
whenever the radio played 'All I Want
For Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)'--whether it was sung by Alvin and the Chipmunks or someone else--you would teasingly, jokingly declare, 'They're
playin' Rae's song'!!" Oh man!! Now that song is stuck in my
head!! But 'All I Want For Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)'? Well.... It is my song!! I love that story!! Every time I hear 'All I Want For Christmas (Is
My Two Front Teeth)'--whoever is singing it--I think of you, Grampa!! Every single time!! I probably always
will!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "This is going to
sound weird, quirky.... And maybe a little
bit cute. But hey, I am an oddball,
alright? As a little girl growing up, I loved
to sit on your lap, because you were comfortable!! This is also going to sound weird, and quirky. As a little girl growing up, {if memory serves me right.... No one else
seems to remember this part.... Maybe
I imagined it!!}, I called Grammy's lap 'bony'!!"
"That's right!!"
said Grampa, "Someone asked you
who your favorite Grandparent was.
And.... Your answer was 'Grampa'!!"
"Well, although I do not
like to 'play favorites' when it comes to people or loved ones,"
I said, "You are still {to this
day}, my favorite Grandparent!!"
I smiled a cockeyed smirk.
"But just do not tell Grammy
that I said that, alright?" I finished.
"Your secret is with me!!" said Grampa, "My lips are sealed!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "I--as well as Matthew--used to 'work' for you as a girl growing up. We did some 'odd jobs' here and some 'odd jobs' there!!
Before your retirement, you worked at our local newspaper office. So.... We delivered daily newspapers!! You taught me how to throw them and aim at people's front
porches.... Or at least hit their
lawns? And, guess what? I actually hit some front porches!! Even though I have an incredibly wild aim!! I mean, I throw like a girl!!"
"You did great,
Rae!!" encouraged Grampa, "I appreciated
yours and Matthew's help!!"
"Then, when we were finished
delivering the daily newspapers,
I would eat cheeseburgers, French fries
and I'd enjoy myself a strawberry milkshake at Burger
King!!" I said, "Matthew did
too, of course!! Only he enjoyed a chocolate milkshake!! That was lunch
and our 'thank-you' treats all rolled into one!! We probably got paid, as well.... But I only
remember lunch!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "Before your cancer struck, you {and Grammy} used to drive me downtown so that
we could attend the largest Christmas
bazaar together!! Joy came, as well!! It was an all-day event!! Because there were literally thousands of booths with
various diverse, unique, for the most
part hand-crafted items!! And we tackled
that Christmas bazaar every single year!!
The entire thing.... From its first booth to their last!! Grampa, you always stayed by my side
the entire time {watching me like a hawk} while Grammy
hung with Joy!! I've always considered that a unique bonding experience between you and
I!!"
I smiled.
Grampa is
always overprotective of me, I thought, It's as though I
am still a little girl!! Even though I'm a adult now in my early thirties who
can--and does--look after herself!! I wonder if he still remembers me as the
wanderlust little girl who I used to be? But I do not know.... Grampa always
takes care of me.... And everyone else who he loves--
Suddenly, Grampa interrupted my thoughts.
"I remember that your Grandmother and Joy always had to look at every
single booth where jewelry was
being sold!!" he complained,
"Necklaces. Rings. Bracelets.
Earrings. Anklets. Toe rings. After a while,
you'd think that every single piece of jewelry would look the same!!"
I laughed.
"Oh Grampa!!" I
said, "You always say that!! You're so predictable!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "I recently mentioned how when we strolled through the Christmas bazaar side-by-side
every year, it created a unique bonding experience between you and I. Well, here is another example!!
Do you remember our vacation to Maui,
Hawaii? We met Grammy and Uncle Robert
on the island.... Because they were already there!! Joy and Celine flew with us, too!! Well, neither you or I can swim. So, while Grammy, Joy, Uncle Robert and Celine
went snorkeling? Or when they all partook in boogie boarding? You and I stayed
on the beach together!! We sat side-by-side
each other!! You and I watched them boogie board!! I collected seashells, we talked,
I made mountains in the dry sand!!
While Grammy, Joy, Uncle Robert and Celine swam
in our condo's pool? We sunbathed!!
Somebody once told me that she could not imagine flying all the
way to Hawaii without even touching
its warm ocean waters. But, honestly? I have absolute zero regrets!! For it was because of that mutual thing
which we have in common {being unable to swim} that created our unique bonding experience in Maui!!"
"Yeah...." Grampa regretfully said, "It is a shame that you never learned how to swim, Rae. Like I didn't. Swimming is a good ability to have!! If you were ever
in an unfortunate situation where
you're drowning, it can obviously be Lifesaving!!"
"I know, I know...." I said, "But I
could always rely on my 'superpowers' of being hard to kill and, one
way or another, I'd survive!! Somehow!! You know I would!!"
I smiled.
"But you did go in the pool during our vacation to Maui, Grampa!!" I suddenly
remembered, "I even have a picture of it as living proof.... You and Joy are in the pool together, smiling
for my camera!! Was it Celine....? Or Joy....? Who teased you, begged you and annoyed you into {finally....
According to Grammy, you never did that for anyone!!} putting your swimming trunks on and going in the pool? Because I do not remember!!"
"It was probably Celine,"
said Grampa, "What does your Grandmother
always say about her....? She was the one who constantly tried
to shock us!!"
"But then again...." I said, "Joy had an unbelievable
personality change while she was in Maui!!
So you never know.... Because Joy went to Maui as a shy girl who would not
talk. But then.... She came home
as a talkative, bold, friendly, outgoing
girl!!"
"You're absolutely right!!"
said Grampa, "So you never know!!
It could have been Joy!!"
I smiled.
"Whoever it was--Celine
or Joy--she would not quit!!" I continued, "'When will you go in the pool, Grampa?' 'When are you
gonna go in the pool, Grampa?' Either
Celine--or Joy--asked that question day after day after day!!"
"And what was my answer?" asked Grampa.
"'When hell freezes over'!!"
I replied, "And you said that teasingly,
jokingly, with a smile written on
your face!!"
"Well, I guess hell froze
over!!" said Grampa.
I laughed.
"Our vacation to
Maui, Hawaii happened in April 2000!!" I exclaimed,
"Wow. Time flies, huh?! April 2000.... Where does the time escape to, outer space?!
I was sixteen years old!!"
"You were young, Rae,"
said Grampa, "Time certainly does
fly!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "I recently mentioned how when we travelled
to Maui, Hawaii, it created a unique bonding experience between you and I. Well, here is another example!!
Do you remember our 'whirlwind trip' to
Conroe, Texas? You and I flew together
{just the two of us!!} so that we
could attend a Houston Astros/Boston Red Sox game on June 28th, 2008!! We also,
of course, visited with {Great} Aunt Zoe and Wyatt!! {Great} Aunt Zoe's nice, generous, well-to-do boyfriend, Alberto--who works for the Houston Astros--purchased both our airline and our baseball tickets!! I was a shameless, proud Red
Sox fanatic, an outsider!! You
and I sat next to each other at that baseball game!! Our seats were absolutely incredible!! They were located right above the Astros dugout!!
Do you remember those seats?! I screamed my vocal chords and lungs out
for the Red Sox--they lost by one lousy
run--but I enjoyed that edge of your seat, uphill/downhill, 'it
ain't over 'til it's over' game, anyway!!"
"That was very bold,
Rae!!" said Grampa, "Your {Great} Aunt Zoe commented that she was surprised
no one kicked you out of Minute Maid Park!!"
I laughed.
"I was called 'traitor' by a curly brunette-haired Astros fanatic, though!!" I said,
"Who I affectionately named 'Frank'!!"
"Grampa," I said on another day, "You and I both have January birthdays!! Yours
comes first, though!! Every time that I have a birthday, you always say {teasingly,
jokingly}, 'I wish you'd stop gettin' older, kid. 'Cause every
time you get older, that means I have to!!'"
Grampa smiled.
"I was neither teasing
nor joking, Rae!!" said Grampa, "You are in your thirties already!! Me? I
am in my eighties!! I remember when you were just a little
girl...."
"Well, it is like we were recently
saying...." I said, "Time
flies.... I swear it does escape
into outer space...."
I blinked back wet, hot tears.
Damn you,
cancer!! I frequently thought as I drove home in my 'old' 1970's red-painted
Nissan pickup truck, Damn you!! Why did
you have to go and attack poor Grampa's body? What did he ever do to you? Damn
you, cancer!! Damn you!! Damn you!! Damn you!! Damn you!!
It was Saturday, March 19th,
2016. Weather-wise, God had given
us a lovely pre-Spring day where
there were blue skies, fluffy white clouds and sunshine!! It was exactly the kind of environment
that Grampa loves.... No rain, no ebony-colored clouds, no snow....
It was a perfect, seemingly carefree March day!! I had just finished hip swaying/dancing/cutting loose/working out for several insane hours. I was still high on adrenaline, endorphins,
chocolate and sugar. Then our phone rang.
Which I answered. It was Grammy on the other end. Her voice
sounded emotional, it sounded distressed, it sounded urgent.... And rightfully so. For my always
high pain-tolerant Grampa was in excruciating,
unbearable pain. No paramedic, no
doctor, no nurse--nothing--could make
him feel better. Grampa had suffered from a blood clot in his lungs.
He was dying, the inevitable was happening, and death--as
well as cancer--unfortunately, ultimately would win that day.... I could feel
it.
And suddenly, I felt my entire world come crashing
down....
Fast forward to ten months after
Grampa passed away. January rolled
around, which only meant one
thing.... Grampa's birthday was fast
approaching us!! So, to celebrate
an incredible Life well-lived--a husband, a father, Grampa--everyone.... Mom,
Dad, Matthew, his wife {my sister-in-law}, Margaret, their daughters {my
nieces}, Amethyst and Opal, their son {my nephew}, Capricorn, Joy, Thomas, me,
Uncle Robert, his wife {my Aunt Pearl}, their son {my cousin, Alexander},
Lushelle, Celine, her husband, Wilson, their daughter, Bristol and their sons,
James and Aster {my second cousins....} All drove to Grammy's house for Grampa's favorite dessert of home-baked carrot cake, as well as ice cream and brownies!! Which, truly honored
Grampa's memory, because he loved it when his family got together more than
anything in the world!! Then, as we each
carried purple balloons {which was Grampa's favorite color!!} in our hands and Grammy carried a Mickey Mouse
head-shaped balloon {which was Grampa's favorite classic Walt
Disney animated character!!}, everyone all
stepped outside in the backyard, released
them and watched a sky of purple balloons drift Heavenward.
Happy
birthday, Grampa.... I thought, as wet, hot tears streamed down my cheeks, Thank-you for the memories....
About writing books versus writing movies:
ReplyDeleteis each paragraph/break a scene for you?
Adelaide....
DeleteThank-you for the comment, Friend!!
'About writing books versus writing movies: is each paragraph/break a scene for you?' That's a good question, Friend.... I had to stop and think about it for several seconds!! Yes.... Yes, I do think that when I was writing this 'book'--or 'movie'--each paragraph is, in fact, a new 'scene'!! Well.... After my first paragraph, anyway!! Every story, every memory, that I exchanged with Grampa? That is a new 'scene', another day.... When Rae was driving her 'old' 1970's red-painted Nissan pickup truck and she cursed cancer? That is an emotional new 'scene'!! {And--minus the driving part--it really happened. I mentally shook my fist at the sky, I grabbed a yellow notepad and I repeatedly wrote 'damn you, cancer'.... Even though I have never cursed anything in my entire Life.} When Grampa died? That is a new 'scene'!! When we celebrated Grampa's birthday? That is a new 'scene'!! So yeah.... Does that answer your question? I hope so!! ;)
What a wonderful way for you and your family to get together and remember Grampa.
ReplyDeleteAnd the memories you shared when he was alive as well - like the swimming memory and how Grampa got into the pool.
Did Grammy appreciate the break?
And did the Burger King stuff taste especially good?
Adelaide....
DeleteThank-you for the comment, Friend!!
'What a wonderful way for you and your family to get together and remember Grampa.' I feel like I need to make something clear.... I created quite a lot of fiction in 'Conversations With Grampa'!! Actually.... It is a mixture of both Reality and Fiction!! For example.... Everyone {who could come.... There were several missing family members that day.... Such is Life!!} did gather together at Grammy's house on March 19th, 2017 for carrot cake, ice cream and brownies.... On the anniversary of Grampa's passing. Not his birthday....There was snow on the streets in January!! But we never released purple balloons to the skies.... That particular 'scene' was loosely based off of a reoccurring dream which I kept having!! ;)
'Did Grammy appreciate the break?' Here is another example of fiction that I created.... Although we {Mom, my brother and Michael} did frequently visit Grampa {both at home and at the hospital}, I never gave Grammy a break to go shopping. Rae is much more confident, much more thoughtful and much more competent than I am. Maybe I should aspire to be more like her? Ha!! ;-D
'And the memories you shared when he was alive as well - like the swimming memory and how Grampa got into the pool.' That story actually happened!! Yes, I do have a picture of 'Joy' and Grampa in the pool in Maui!! Living proof.... Every single memory that I expressed in 'Conversations With Grampa' is true!! However. I never literally had those conversations with him.... I just did my very best to remember Grampa's personality forever {he was encouraging.... He was a tease.... He was a man of a few words....}. 'Conversations With Grampa' felt very spiritual.... Like I was talking to my deceased Grandfather. ;)
I was rereading this reply {I am a perfectionist.... Do not judge!! Ha!!}. I wrote 'Although we {Mom, my brother and Michael} did frequently visit Grampa {both at home and at the hospital}....' Whoops.... What I meant to write was....
Delete'Although we {Mom, my brother Michael, and I} did frequently visit Grampa {both at home and at the hospital}....' ;-/
This was very interesting, and powerful to read. And I agree with Adeline it is a wonderful way to remember grampa. Each memory, each little movie within the bigger picture is unique and beautifully expressed. I very much enjoy your writing Raelyn my friend!
ReplyDeleteP.S there is a new story up, though it's a bit sad in a reflective standpoint, I think you'll like it.
-Mighty Max
Mighty Max....
DeleteThank-you for the comment, Friend!!
'This was very interesting, and powerful to read. And I agree with Adelaide it is a wonderful way to remember Grampa. Each memory, each little movie within the bigger picture is unique and beautifully expressed. I very much enjoy your writing!' Thanks!! I am glad that you enjoyed 'Conversations With Grampa'!! ;)
'there is a new story up, though it's a bit sad in a reflective standpoint, I think you'll like it.' Alright!! I will read it.... And I'll leave a comment!! ;-D
You're welcome!
DeleteThanks, please do!! :)