There is the one.
Maybe not for every child. But there certainly was for me. There is that one grandparent you develop an exclusive, close bond with. It was certainly true for me. I was very close to my mother's mother, Grandma Martin. She passed from ovarian cancer when I was only 12, but there is hardly a day that goes by that I don't think of her.
The same is true for Benjamin. He was bonded with his Mema, Rose. I've seldom seen a closer, loving relationship than I have between these two.
It started very early. Both Alison and I worked, so Rose would pick up Benjamin from Daycare. They would spend quality time together, including reading, sharing the day's events, snacks, and, of course, Dumbo. Benjamin wanted to see that movie again and again and again, and she would patiently watch with him, taking in his excitement at the train scenes.
They loved to go to the movies together. Alison and I did not see many of the animated films aimed at children, as that was Mema's and Benjamin's thing. He would always get the kid's snack tray, which included popcorn, candy, and a drink.
One time, Benjamin was out with my parents and Mema. They ate at a restaurant and then went to the movies. They settled in, and Benjamin piped up, "Where's my poptorn?" Even though they were full, you never saw three grandparents get up so fast in your life, all wanting to get him his 'poptorn." Was he a bit spoiled? Yes, but that is the job description of grandparents!
Year after year, birthday after birthday, they were always there. Together, always loving, always finding joy in each other.
As he grew older, their relationship only deepened. She supported him in whatever he chose to do. There was never judgment, never a cross word.
As her health declined, he continued to be there for her, even on her last day in the hospital ICU. He drove down from his new place in Warner Robins (Benjamin is a computer programmer for the Department of the Air Force), and they had a two-and-a-half-hour conversation. He sat next to her hospital bed and held her hand.
That night, she came home. The last three months had been rough, but she was very happy to be at home, with friends, food, and Wheel of Fortune. After only two days, she passed Saturday morning.
Benjamin was not there. At least physically. Their bond was there, and it will always be there.
The bond is there. Benjamin will never forget her. There will not be many days when he does not remember her.
My boy is an amazing man. He is loving, supportive, and kind. And I would love for Alsion and me to take full credit for that. But we can't.
It comes from them. The bond between a boy and his Mema.
A bond that will shine forever.







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