Over the years, out of all the people in my life, my grandmother has been one of the most influential . She has been here since I was born, taking care of my brother and me when no one else was there. She’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met- she’s not afraid to tell you when she thinks your’re wrong or when you are about to do something stupid.
One of my fondest memories with her was when we decided to go out to eat one afternoon. She couldn’t decide on where to eat so I chose for her, taking her to Cracker Barrel. We arrived and sat down just like any set of normal people- placing our orders and all that good stuff. We chatted and laughed at the antiques hanging all over the walls, her remembering when most of them were invented! About halfway through our meal she nudged me under the table and flicked her head to the table to my right. Sitting there was a young man and what looked to be his grandfather. The younger one looked about my age and was moderately attractive, the older one was handsome for his age and had his eyes directly placed on my grandmother. The young man swatted at his grandfather when he caught us both glancing back at the two. Throughout the rest of the meal there was plenty of ‘accidental’ eye contact between my grandmother and the older gentleman, not to mention myself and the young man. We stayed there much longer than we actually needed to, taking our time to get the last drop out of our glasses, only standing to leave when I told Maw that I had homework to do. As we went to leave, Maw heading to the counter to pay and myself browsing through the store, our new friends also started to get up. The older gentleman walked straight up to my grandmother and started to try and pay for our meals but her being the stubborn woman she is, declined his advances. The boy who seemed about my age wasn’t as forward- he browsed near me but didn’t make a move until I was moving to follow Maw out of the restaurant. And that’s the story about how my grandmother and I both walked out of Cracker Barrel with with the numbers of our new friends.
Moral of my post is that I think having a day just for our grandparents is the least we can do for them. They do so much for us and give without restraint. And although I couldn’t see her on Grandparents’ Day because of school, I wanted to tell one of the many stories I have with her and about how much I appreciate her and everything she does for me.
