I got to spend time with Lucy on this Thanksgiving day and it was bittersweet. My grandma has always been a very strong, stoic woman and that’s how I always think of her and how I see her in my mind’s eye but now at 88 yrs. of age, she’s so much more fragile and child-like. She can’t see much anymore except for shadows and as we walked into the house I saw her looking in our direction, trying so hard to see if she could tell who it was, her happiness at our arrival written all over her face. Her hugs were tighter than usual, her kisses generous but her eyes welled with unshed tears and she grew quiet. She misses us so much.
Sitting at the dining table after dinner, my mom and uncle started reminiscing about something they did as children and my grandma suddenly perked right up. She said they were all wrong and then gave us her version of the story, telling us the part that my mom and uncle had apparently forgotten about. One story led to more stories and as I sat there listening, I picked up my camera and took picture after picture. At that moment, I knew this was a Thanksgiving never to be forgotten and for that, I am so very thankful and Loving Lucy more than ever.