Today's prompt: Who is someone you wish you could see again?
In this day and age, very few people get to know their grandmother for that many years, much less their great-grandmother. My children won't. Their great-grandmothers are all gone. They won't know them. That makes me so sad.
My great-grandmother was a Southern dame who never shied away from expressing her opinion. One day she told me she just might live forever. I knew if will alone could make it possible, she would do it. But I asked her why. "Heaven might not take me, and Hell isn't ready for the likes of me."
My grandmother was the backbone of my mother's family, one of the hardest working women I've ever known, outside of my mother--the daughter she influenced.
As a writer, I kick myself for the opportunity I missed to write down every word they ever said and extract words they never uttered.
The only thing I can do now to honor their memories is never miss the same opportunity with my own mother, and to make sure my kids know her like I knew the generations before me.
Speaking of the women in my life...
Wishing my mother, Angela Silverthorne, a Happy Birthday today! I am so blessed to have you in my life and my children's lives.
Who is someone you wish you could see again?