It was the last day of our Disney Social Media Moms Celebration and we were on our way to Georgia. For years, my Mother insisted, almost to the point of threatening, that we all needed to get back to Georgia to see my Great-Grandmother. She’s 98 and hasn’t been doing well health-wise. My mother wanted her to be able to meet MY family before she passed. With my Grandfather passing away almost a year ago, I knew that this was very important to her, and held a place in her heart. It was important to me as well; having my children meet their Great-Great-Grandmother is something that not all parents can experience so I understood the blessing that it was. Little did I know that the person who would be most affected by our meeting would be my own Husband.
My Husband is a born and raised Ohio boy. His entire family lives in various parts of the Buckeye state, and when he moved away from them all to marry me, I knew it was very difficult for him. I especially knew how hard is was for him to move away from his own Grandmother. She’d had a hand in raising him and he’s lived with her most of his life. She’s a feisty and wonderfully awesome lady in her 80s, and even I get upset when we have to leave her during our many trips to visit. I often think about how this takes a toll on my husband; how leaving one of the most important women in his life can sometimes create a depression that I can’t fix.
As we entered my Great-Grandmother’s home and he saw her for the first time, I saw the shock in his eyes. I couldn’t put my finger on why he was so in awe, until we sat down for dinner and I saw the tears in his eyes. My Great-Grandmother looked exactly like his Grandmother, right down to their hands. My husband has always adored his grandmother’s hands. Even when they began to be stricken with arthritis, he marveled at them and loved to hold them anytime he could. When we sat alone at the dining room table later in the day, he whispered to me “she has hands like her.” That’s when I knew. That’s when I understood that this trip wasn’t just for my Mother. It was for him too.
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