My mom’s mom will be turning 80 at some point in the vague future. Word has come down from on high that the uncountable horde of grandkids will each submit a short “My favorite memory with grandma is…” response. These will be collected into a book for her.
I picked a memory right away, but I wasn’t sure how long this should be. I have cousins who are babies, and cousins who are lawyers. I didn’t want to be the one who took things too far and wrote an unnecessarily long entry. In the end, I decided “If you can’t say it in 100 words, then you can’t say it.”
In my favorite memory with grandma, I am 13 years old, standing in the grass behind #### Deverly Drive. I had just landed my first fish, it flopped at my feet as I called into the house. Grandma came outside and helped measure the thrashing whale as I held it aloft. It was at least six feet long. She took a picture before we released the sea-monster back into the wild.
Grandma dropped what she was doing and hurried outside to document a slimy fish for her grandson.
Thanks for sharing that moment with me grandma.