Recently I was looking at pictures of a chair that my cousin had polished up of my grandparents. I showed my little guy and was talking about some memories of them. He asked me "what did you get mommy? you know, that was your grandmas?"
Honestly, I didn't get much physical items. I have a set of salt and pepper shakers and a quilt. Not "my" quilt, but a quilt treasure none the less.
I really don't care that I didn't get things. Stuff. Really.
I got a lot from my grandparents. I was fortunate to live in the same town and see them 4 or 5 times a week. I got to go to their house and just hang out. They were great baby sitters during choir practice, or Saturday night bowling. I got to play at their house on days off from school.
I can still feel my grandma's soft gnarled hands as she would hold my hand while I sat with her watching Price Is Right or Family Feud.
I can feel the pat on the back from grandpa after mowing the lawn just the way he liked it.
I have a box full of cards that my grandma wrote me when I was her secret sister at church. Prayers that she prayed for me.
I have birthday cards that she gave me when she came to the house every year for cake and ice cream. I can still picture her testing the frosting on the side of pan.
What did I get?