Remember

Remember...
An account of some of my memories of Grandma and Grandpa Finlinson

~ Sitting in my night gown pulled around my feet, in the middle of Grandpa’s pea patch early in the morning.
~ Trying to wake up before Grandpa, but knowing deep down he would be up first and the comfort that knowing gave me.
~ The pride on Grandpa’s face as he held up an amorphous vegetable, with Grandma in the background, smiling proudly at a husband who could create such a phenomenon.

~ Grandma’s soft hands.
~ Grandpa’s half fore finger tricks.
~ Saltines and Ice Cream (only eaten at Grandmas)
~ The warm comfort that came out

of Grandma’s kitchen.
~ Sweet, constant encouragement to do my best and to keep practicing.
~ Soft, buttery Grandma rolls.
~ Top Secret doughnut raids from the downstairs freezers.
~ Rook Tournaments
~ Whisker burned cheeks from Grandpa’s kisses, quickly soothed by Grandma’s soft ones.
~ The delight in Grandma’s eyes when you came to visit and the tears when you left.
~ My long late night talk with Grandma, just shortly after Grandpa died. And her statement that she chose him ( I didn’t realize how many suitors she had) "Because he treated me differently than all the other guys. There was something in his eyes, I had seen them somewhere before".
~ Grandma’s sweet smile, the twinkle in her eye, her soft disposition, and her nonjudgmental countenance.
~ Just sitting in the early morning with Grandpa, reading or talking or just being, while everyone else slept.
~ Grandpa’s gentle touch, through his rough, strong hands.