In “You Being Beautiful”, Drs. Oz and Roizen write the following: “Our goal here shouldn’t be to ignore emotions when they come up – whether we are reacting painfully to the loss of a loved one…Our goal should be to observe emotions – and learn to think with these emotions to help give our lives even deeper meaning.” (page 321). Today is the anniversary of my grandmother’s death and it seemed an appropriate time to finally write something all about her so that I’m not ignoring the emotions that I feel. My eldest sister has asked me for a long time why I don’t write about her. I think she knows…she is intuitive in a way that very few people are, even if she doesn’t know it herself. I haven’t written a full entry on my grandmother, because it’s so painful for me to write about her in the past tense that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
In February, I wrote about my grandfather, https://jillschnei.wordpress.com/2014/02/10/a-true-gift/ and it was so much easier talking about him, maybe because I lost him at such a young age. My Bobbi (that’s how she spelled it – some spell it Bubbie – either way, it’s Yiddish for grandmother) was my perfect person, the one that I related to and adored the most. I can tell you a million reasons why, but probably the biggest reason is that what I got from her was unconditional love. It was demonstrated in the small things that she did that seemed huge at the time. It was when my sisters and I would visit her (she lived in Ottawa, we lived in Nova Scotia) and she would light up when she saw us come in the door. It was the fact that she always made the same welcome lunch when we’d visit – baked macaroni and cheese, just slightly overdone exactly like we liked it, with a pitcher of chocolate milk in the refrigerator and her amazing home made chocolate cake for dessert. It was knowing that she’d have our favourite cereal that we couldn’t get at home in her cupboard. It was the way every day that we were there, she had something else baked for us. You can have your grandparents that spoil you with diamonds, my grandmother spoiled us with love and that was her answer for everything. I would ask her why everything that she made tasted so good and her answer was always the same, “Because I made it with love.” And I knew that she did.
When my sisters would go to sleep away camp, I’d get my grandmother all to myself for 7 weeks (well, my mother was there too, but I was #1). These were some of the best times of my life. We’d go for walks every day – mostly so that my grandmother could take me for a treat – she was worried that I was too skinny. Thanks Bobbi – you’ve more than taken care of that childhood problem. As we would walk by, I’d see her greet her neighbours. They looked so much older than she did – my Bobbi looked young with hardly any grey in her hair, even though she never dyed it. I finally had to ask her why all of her friends were senior citizens. I had never seen her laugh so hard or be so flattered. She loved telling people that story, because even if I didn’t know it, she was part of that club. She was the grandmother who found us all so charming that we could do no wrong in her eyes and in return, in my eyes at least, she was and still is perfect.
Leaving her was so painful for me, or having her leave when she would come for a visit. I’d sit in her lap, crying inconsolably. When I got too big for her to hold, she’d give me a big hug and tell me that she had to go because she loved her home. She would recite a little poem from a ceramic iron that she bought in Bermuda to help me understand “My house is small, no mansion for a millionaire. But there is room for love and there is room for friends. That’s all I care.” I have that iron sitting next to me as I write this entry. She loved her house, I think, because that was where she spent her married life with my grandfather and she adored him. She never stopped missing him and her house was where her memories of him were the strongest. I shouldn’t call it a house though, it was home for all of us.
I could spend all day listing all of the things that she did with me like taking me to the very fancy (at least in my eyes) Green Valley with my great aunt for lunch or playing games with me or just reading to me. I could tell you how she watched the best TV shows – Wonder Woman, Matt Houston, Charlie’s Angel’s or best of all – The Golden Girls! We would watch that show and laugh together every single time. She thought Sophia was a hoot. I could tell you how she was a lady, and carried herself like royalty. Even when people see her picture, they think she looks like a queen. I could tell you that she never had an unkind word for anyone, although I’m sure she felt hurt at times, she never showed it. I could tell you that her house could pass a white glove test. I could tell you that even though she was ill at ease around dogs, she would always give my dog a careful little pat of the head – and he was very gentle with her because he could tell how nervous she was. I could tell you that whenever we’d get up after reading together that she would always give me a hug that my mother would always walk in on and spout “Oh – the pals”. In her defence, when I was growing up, I had a duo photo frame filled my two favourite people – my Bobbi and my dog. Stiff competition and I’m sure that must have hurt her feelings. Sorry Mummy.
I could tell you a million little things about my grandmother but it would never explain how much I miss her every single day. It would never explain how I would give anything to spend just a little bit of time with her. It would never explain how even today, so many years after she has gone, I still wish I could hear her say “Jilly, come to Bobbi” when I was crying and how it would make everything better. It would never explain how much I wish I was more like her but she was in a class by herself.
Today, I am grateful that my Bobbi never had to leave the home that she loved and that she was never so sick that she had to change her life. The day she died, she went for tea with her friends, visited with her beloved nephew, watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy and then felt sick and had to go to the hospital. She never suffered. I can’t tell you how grateful that I am that I had her for 17 years of my life. It was a gift.