Growing up I lived in fear, nothing at home was safe, not even my own bed. I felt safe in only one place, with one person and that was Gramma Jacobs. She protected me, kept me from harm as long as I was near her. She loved me without question and with her I could be a child. I slept when I stayed with her, real sleep, not the one eye open sleep I was forced to face at home. This image is all I have of her, my first glimpse of her kind face since her funeral over twenty years ago.
She made me feel like I was something, like I was special and I soaked up her loving attention like a sponge. I miss you Gramma...so very much, thank you for all the love you gave me.
And thank you to my cousin Diane for getting this picture to me. Words cannot express my gratitude.
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