Robbed!

Some of you know all too well how I feel: completely robbed that you had to grow up without grandparents. Those that have them can be completely oblivious. Those of us who don't, feel the empty ache of never knowing part of themselves. Robbed of parts of our past, that we'll never know.

I'm listening to an audio-book where the protagonist is a woman whose best friend is her grandmother. It makes me ache that I can't ever talk to my Grammas like that. Mine were gone when I was a little girl. No one to share girl-talk with... no one to give the little tid-bits about dates that I had. And never knowing if you were able to make them proud by the way you lived your life.

Let's face it: few of us can talk to our moms like we talk to an aunt or grandmother. Moms are just too close to our lives.....

One day, I'll name my daughter after my great grandmonther on my Dad's dad's side. Until that time, I'll remember Granny-Great, and Gramma Harriet Hubbard and Gramma Shirley "Strap" and wonder what they'd have told me about my life....