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May 22, 2007 / Tuesday
Grandparents Day
I had most of a much longer and more detailed post about today's visits with my grandparents written up, but upon review I decided it was a little too personal for this blog. With regard to my mom's issues with my hair, I'll just say that I didn't wear pigtails, I didn't wear a hat, and my hair is still red.
My visit with my grandfather saddened me greatly, as I'd expected. This was likely the last time I'll ever see him and I think we both knew it. I was sad because of the condition he's in, and because I think he knew that this visit was probably another one of his lasts in life. I could tell from the way he watched me when it was time to leave. Walking out of that room knowing that I was taking myself out of his sight was really, really hard.
My visit with my grandmother was much happier. She took the T in, we picked her up at the station, had a nice lunch, went shopping, and hung out at home, where I showed her some pictures from commencement. She inquired only briefly about my hair, and asked me to bring my boyfriend back for a visit (not a husband or a baby, hallelujah!). She talked about how she was really happy to see me and my sister all grown up, and I finally got to thank her for where we are today; I would have had a much different life had she not braved several naturalization interviews to obtain citizenship and apply for our immigration to the U.S. When it was time for her to go home, I gave her a big hug. Gotta get those in while I can.
So, in the end, I got to see my grandparents and no one had a heart attack. I'm not quite sure what the big fuss was all about, but I'm glad that it didn't amount to anything.
And now, a mommydote.
My mom jumped out of the car to meet my grandma as she approached our car at the station. She said she wanted to prepare my grandmother for the shock of my hair. As they came near, I heard mom say to grandma, "She dyed her hair red. It's like Chinese New Year!"
If only I'd thought to tell my mom that a week ago.
May 22, 2007 09:22 PM | Famidotes:Trips
Comments
sounds like an overall great - but tough - visit to your grandparents. glad that you got to see them, especially your grandfather. (*sniff*) you probably can't imagine how much it means to them to see you.
Posted by: cheddah j at May 23, 2007 11:05 AM
The first times I went back to Texas to visit after I cut my hair short and started spiking it, my Mom would explain to [random] people that "this is my daughter who lives in California now!" Read: This is my daughter who lives in California, the only land where there are enough freaks where it would be acceptable to keep your hair like this!
It's all good.
Posted by: Ryuuen10 at May 25, 2007 12:11 AM