"What a time that was!" Whenever these words came from my grandmother's mouth, we knew she had been somewhere worth remembering. Graduations, weddings, a long walk with her friend from across the street - these were all times to remember.
Even at age 100, with her memory starting to fail her, there are still times to savor. I had seen her starting to forget little things over the past year or so. And lately she has started to forget the bigger things and as she comes closer to the day when she will meet her beloved Lord, she needs more and more help with her daily tasks.
Recently she moved in with relatives and I went one day to take her to lunch. Given her frailty and her new tendency to forget a conversation partway through it, I didn't know how it would go. We had to move slowly, eat simpler things than usual and the mind that was once quick with family stories and wild tales needed for me to do more of the talking. Compared to days of hunting Easter eggs all over the farm, of huge extended family dinners with music playing far into the night or of looking over old photos and hearing tales of huge church picnics, river swims and nights spent on country porches listening to long-gone great great uncles playing music, we had a tame day. And yet when I took my grandmother home, she whispered faintly,
"Oh, what a time that was!"
This was written in five minutes with no editing for Five Minute Fridays over at The Gypsy Mama.