My Vo
Well I finally read the blogs that my mother and aunt posted about my grandmother Alcinda. Everyone has been talking about them, and telling me to tell my mother how beautiful it was, so I thought I'd finally work up the courage to read it... ANDDDD I must say that tears didn't stop flowing down my face.. which is exactly why I chose not to read it for so long.
I do agree with Ben. One of the most vivid pictures of my grandmother that constantly pop up in my head are her feet. When we'd do are weekly bible study, she would sit on her bed and I would sit on her rocking chair with my feet next to hers. Her little stubby feet with her freckley legs. She would make me read all the paragraphs and scriptures because she read too slowly.
I also remember the years that I slept on the floor in her room. I had a huge double bed in my room, but for some reason I liked sleeping on the floor better. I started by sleeping between her bed and the wall. I remember one night she was snoring SO bad that I wanted to smother her with a pillow. I've never heard anyone snore like that. I also slept on the other side of the bed, parallel to her cupboards where she did her hair in the morning. I used to wake up to cold sprays on my face from her hairspray that was missing her head and falling on me. Or the times I'd wake up to find her asleep, and look at the t.v. only to see some rather questionable material on. She'd watch the news on city tv and fall asleep and we all know how bad city tv is at night. haha. I'd always have to fish the remote from her hands to shut it off.
She used to make me mad a lot too... before she lived with us (she moved in when I was four which means this next memory must have happened when I was 3 or so... can't believe I remember this) We used to play the shadow game when she took me to the mall. We'd run after eachother and try to step on eachother's shadows. One day, I tripped and fell and hurt myself. SHE LAUGHED SO HARD!!!! I was SO MAD at her for laughing at me. As I stormed off in front of her she was coming behind me trying to explain how she had "this disease where when someone gets hurt I laugh". obviously I didn't believe that. I also remember being in her bathroom and seeing her razor... I proceeded to try to "shave my chin like daddy does" and ended up taking a little chunk out of my chin. smart little child I was.
She also made me mad when we used to watch "Where the Boys Are" I have to be one of the ONLY 19 year olds around who actually know what that movie is. In the beginning, Connie Francis sings the song named after the title.. whenever the line came where is said "Till he..." ok let me think because everytime I try to remember this line I think about what she used to say. AH I got it. its "Till he HOLDS me"... whenever we watched it (which was ALOT) she'd sing "till he HUUUURTS me". I must have yelled at her everytime for saying the wrong words. lol.
We hung out so much. I remember her more when I was young than I do my mother. when I was sick from school I'd always go to my mom/grandmother's work. help my mom in the morning and then stay with my grandmother in her class. I'd play in the yard with the kids, and whenever they gave me trouble (like this one NERDY looking kid was making fun of me a lot and I ran to my grandmother almost crying) she'd go up to them and say "DO you know who she IS?" they'd be all scared and she'd say "this is my granddaughter" and they'd say "Sorry Mrs. D". haha. After school sometimes her and I would go over and get her hair done and then visit Aunt Connie. I played with everything in that salon, and I still remember the first time I saw that green wax on her lip. that it was so weird. The salon was right around the corner from Aunt Connie's house and she'd always pretend she didn't know where she was going. I'd feel so special telling her how to get to Aunt Connie's house.
Well I could go on forever with my favourite memories but I already think you guys are going to kill me for making this so long. All I have to say is I miss her imensely. Even though my parents are moved into her room I (sometime all of us) still call it Vo's room. I have some of her clothes that she said I could have, but I can't bring myself to put them on because they still smell like her. I think about her everyday on the way to and back from work as I take the subway and pass Providence Healthcare centre everyday. Sometimes I almost freak out crying on the subway but somehow I calm down. It's been equally hard for all of us, and I know we're all taking it in different ways... some more public than others. [not saying thats bad :)] Either way we're all still missing her and thinking about her. And her death is still very hard; maybe even harder now. I regret that she couldn't see me get baptized in person but I am comforted knowing that she at least knew I did it. I miss telling her everything that happened at school... I miss coming downstairs in the morning, no matter how early I was leaving and seeing my oatmeal, hot chocolate and vitamins sitting at the head of the table. I miss her laughing and saying "oops" anytime someone fell on "America's Funniest Home Videos." I miss... her
I'll always love my Vo Alcinda
I do agree with Ben. One of the most vivid pictures of my grandmother that constantly pop up in my head are her feet. When we'd do are weekly bible study, she would sit on her bed and I would sit on her rocking chair with my feet next to hers. Her little stubby feet with her freckley legs. She would make me read all the paragraphs and scriptures because she read too slowly.
I also remember the years that I slept on the floor in her room. I had a huge double bed in my room, but for some reason I liked sleeping on the floor better. I started by sleeping between her bed and the wall. I remember one night she was snoring SO bad that I wanted to smother her with a pillow. I've never heard anyone snore like that. I also slept on the other side of the bed, parallel to her cupboards where she did her hair in the morning. I used to wake up to cold sprays on my face from her hairspray that was missing her head and falling on me. Or the times I'd wake up to find her asleep, and look at the t.v. only to see some rather questionable material on. She'd watch the news on city tv and fall asleep and we all know how bad city tv is at night. haha. I'd always have to fish the remote from her hands to shut it off.
She used to make me mad a lot too... before she lived with us (she moved in when I was four which means this next memory must have happened when I was 3 or so... can't believe I remember this) We used to play the shadow game when she took me to the mall. We'd run after eachother and try to step on eachother's shadows. One day, I tripped and fell and hurt myself. SHE LAUGHED SO HARD!!!! I was SO MAD at her for laughing at me. As I stormed off in front of her she was coming behind me trying to explain how she had "this disease where when someone gets hurt I laugh". obviously I didn't believe that. I also remember being in her bathroom and seeing her razor... I proceeded to try to "shave my chin like daddy does" and ended up taking a little chunk out of my chin. smart little child I was.
She also made me mad when we used to watch "Where the Boys Are" I have to be one of the ONLY 19 year olds around who actually know what that movie is. In the beginning, Connie Francis sings the song named after the title.. whenever the line came where is said "Till he..." ok let me think because everytime I try to remember this line I think about what she used to say. AH I got it. its "Till he HOLDS me"... whenever we watched it (which was ALOT) she'd sing "till he HUUUURTS me". I must have yelled at her everytime for saying the wrong words. lol.
We hung out so much. I remember her more when I was young than I do my mother. when I was sick from school I'd always go to my mom/grandmother's work. help my mom in the morning and then stay with my grandmother in her class. I'd play in the yard with the kids, and whenever they gave me trouble (like this one NERDY looking kid was making fun of me a lot and I ran to my grandmother almost crying) she'd go up to them and say "DO you know who she IS?" they'd be all scared and she'd say "this is my granddaughter" and they'd say "Sorry Mrs. D". haha. After school sometimes her and I would go over and get her hair done and then visit Aunt Connie. I played with everything in that salon, and I still remember the first time I saw that green wax on her lip. that it was so weird. The salon was right around the corner from Aunt Connie's house and she'd always pretend she didn't know where she was going. I'd feel so special telling her how to get to Aunt Connie's house.
Well I could go on forever with my favourite memories but I already think you guys are going to kill me for making this so long. All I have to say is I miss her imensely. Even though my parents are moved into her room I (sometime all of us) still call it Vo's room. I have some of her clothes that she said I could have, but I can't bring myself to put them on because they still smell like her. I think about her everyday on the way to and back from work as I take the subway and pass Providence Healthcare centre everyday. Sometimes I almost freak out crying on the subway but somehow I calm down. It's been equally hard for all of us, and I know we're all taking it in different ways... some more public than others. [not saying thats bad :)] Either way we're all still missing her and thinking about her. And her death is still very hard; maybe even harder now. I regret that she couldn't see me get baptized in person but I am comforted knowing that she at least knew I did it. I miss telling her everything that happened at school... I miss coming downstairs in the morning, no matter how early I was leaving and seeing my oatmeal, hot chocolate and vitamins sitting at the head of the table. I miss her laughing and saying "oops" anytime someone fell on "America's Funniest Home Videos." I miss... her
I'll always love my Vo Alcinda
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