May 16, 2014
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Grandma-ism Addendum
It HIT me randomly while driving today that I forgot to post THIS picture. The FINALE to the last post. These are the items I brought home from said shopping trip. Seriously, what a blessing that she INSISTED to do this and pay for it all, despite my best effort at the register. Much of this stuff are items I wouldn’t purchase for myself or if I did, it would be in different quantities/form/not organic. She truly cares for me and takes care of me. Every. single. item. has a thorough reasoning for why, singly Boppy needs to have these for easy dinners.
AND I called her up today to tell her about the Ensure she gave me. (Not pictured because she gave it to me the Sunday after this shopping trip.) Anyway, she bought Vanilla and Chocolate for Grandpa and they didn’t like the Vanilla at all and thought I might. I called her up today (and everytime she answers she says “I was just thinking about you” and she truly was, it warms my heart) to let her know I tried it and that it wasn’t the best. I told her I’d drink what she gave me because I didn’t want it to go to waste.
So naturally she invited me to dinner because last night as they were eating, they were wishing they could share their dinner with me.
See last post. That’s a piece of cheese in that soup.
AND she had all of this waiting for me as well. Seriously, she is always thinking of how she can help me. She bought me a George Foreman because …yep, you called it “it’s good for single ladies cooking for themselves”. Then chocolate Ensure, adult gummy vitamins, a single packet of instant mash potatoes and a rug. How can you not smile at such a combination of things in one of her shopping trips? Logically these items do not make sense but again, each has a reason for why she thought to purchase it for me. Random, funny and a bit off the walls but these are moments I’ll look back at and miss when she is gone. Not the things but the moments with my Grandma.
Today when I called her up, the reason she was thinking about me was she read an article about how adults don’t like to be called by their nicknames when they get older and she explained further the article about how the person being called by their nickname should ignore the person calling them by it until they say their real name. This was on her mind because she calls me Boppy. All my close family and friends (from my younger years) call me Boppy or Bop. I immediately told her, don’t you dare stop calling me Boppy. It’s a form of love to be called it by the caller and the receiver (me). She, especially, says it with love.
