Today I want to share a few words about Something Sentimental.
I have quite a bit saved, from pictures to birthday and anniversary cards, that mean a great deal to me. Obviously my engagement and wedding rings are extremely sentimental and dear to my heart.
But there is one item, of absolutely no monetary value, that I truly cherish. It is a small book of quotes entitled The Beauty of Friendship, by Kahlil Gibran. After my grandma’s funeral in 2009 I spent a few hours at her apartment helping to get everything together and packed. However, I really wasn’t much of a help as I spent most of my time sitting and staring, sitting and crying. When I did pull it together I started on her dresser’s top drawer. Her top drawer always held her few pieces of jewelry and as a kid I used to love to play with her costume brooches. The majority of her jewelry was very simple – from Target, Service Merchandise or somewhere similar. She even kept (and wore regularly) a safety pin beaded bracelet I made for her. I loved that drawer.
I don’t remember exactly where now, but I saw a small, hardcover book in a corner. It was a book of friendship quotes. But the true find was all of the signatures and words of love on the front and back pages written to my grandma. You see, when my mom found out she was pregnant with me my grandma decided to quit her job at a hotel (overseeing maid service – she worked very hard from what I am told) to help watch me. This book was likely given to her at some sort of going away party.
“Lorraine, take care of yourself and please stay in touch. All the best wishes to you and your family.”
“So sorry you are leaving us. I will miss you very much. Good luck in your future.”
“Lorraine, be good and god bless. The kids must be happy but I am very sad. Please keep in touch. You are a beautiful lady.”
“It was always a joy to talk with you on the phone. We will miss you.”
“To a very patient and good worker! Thank for all of your help, Lorraine. You will be missed in many ways.”
Some of the wishes are also in Spanish. To my knowledge she didn’t speak or understand Spanish, but then again, I never thought to ask.
It’s very strange to read notes to someone who you only saw in one way – she was a grandmother. But when you read these notes I am reminded she was a boss, a coworker, a friend. Every time I read it I also get a strange feeling because these people were wishing her luck with me, her first grandchild (I don’t even think I was born yet when she had her last day). A very strange feeling.
The book means a great deal to me. I hope one day to show it to our children and talk about her to them, always keeping her unbelievable kind spirit alive in our family.