Post by GrannyG on Jan 4, 2009 9:06:40 GMT -6
For many years, during my nursing career, one family had been on my list . First, the grandmother, until she passed away, then my dear friend, Lisa, who died of brain cancer, and last, Lisa's mother, my dear friend Christene. Christene could not walk, she had to crawl every where, I made sure I was on the call list to go to her whenever she needed help, and as the years crept up on us, I bought all the groceries for her, put them away, checked on her every day. She was more like family to me than a patient. The inevitable day came when I had to say good-bye to her as well. The family called me to the home, every thing would be picked up the next day by a buyer, and they offered me anything in the house I wanted. I chose Lisa's Recipe Boxes. Her daughter was still very small, and someday, I wanted her to have them. Handwritten ones, recipes from when she was in school, just cherished family recipes. Today her daughter, Christy, came to visit me. She and the family had driven down to place flowers on Lisa's grave. She is just like my own child, I dearly love her, so we sat down on the bed of my old pick-up truck, and I told her the story of the Recipe Boxes, and now since she is all grown up and starting college, I felt it was time for her to have her Mother's, Great Grandmother's and Grandmother's Recipe Boxes. I had taken very good care of them, and went into the house to retrieve them . We both shared some special moments as I handed her the three boxes. I opened the one, and took out her Mother's favorite handwritten ones. The handwriting brought tears to my eyes, as I look at this child, I see my friend Lisa, I see her eyes, her smile, her height. Yes, she is the image of my friend and her grandmother. My job is now done as caretaker of the Recipe Boxes, they are where they belong, with family. They will be cherished forever.
