I think of my Mamaw a dozen times a day. It isn’t that I think of her more now than before, but now I have the second reminder that she is gone. Now I feel a brief whisper of sadness knowing I won’t see her this summer when I go home.
I just walked into the bedroom, and felt the air blowing on the floor. I remember hot summer nights, when I would go sleep on the floor in front of the fan or air conditioner. Mamaw believed in the power of sleep. She didn’t believe in freezing interiors to combat sticky Tennessee nights, but she tolerated my need for air.
Today I made myself a glass of iced tea–and thought about making some green tea for a cold drink. I don’t remember when it was, but at some point (I think around high school) Mamaw started making green tea as an iced tea. She was on to something. It is delicious cold. Mamaw always had a cold drink in the fridge, but more than anything, she loved water.
Mama went to visit sweet friends today, and Maci went along with her. That made me remember all the times I begrudgingly visited the old folks when I was young. Now I treasure those visits. We would eat a bite, and Mamaw would wash and wrap up their hair. I remember the first time I saw a fake bun that a lady made from her hair as it fell out.
She was brilliant, loving, and beyond what words could say. What an amazing woman. I am happy for these memories of her. I just wish my babies could have known her (and there it is! Another memory of how she used to say that she wished her mama could have known us…)