Week 8...

Here is week 8 of the Deck of You challenge. This did not turn out the way I had hoped. First, it's not the photo I wanted to use. There are very few photos of my grandparents together. The one I wanted to use is a B & W from well before I was born. But I couldn't find it. Or I may not have it. Who knows! Then the colors were just not speaking to me. Well, they were. They were screaming 70's! Hard colors for me to work with. So I kept it simple this week.
These are my grandparents. My mom's parents. The grandparents I grew up with. I love them both very much and think of them everyday. My mom and I lived with them for the first 3 1/2 years of my life. Until my mom married my step-dad. My grandpa and I were.... tight. I guess that's the best current word to describe it. Thick as theives. Inseperable. He taught me to do so many non-girlie things. We spent a lot of time together because my grandma was a busy woman. I'm not sure what she was always so busy doing but she was busy. So we stayed out of her way. My grandpa retired not long after was born so he was around a lot. After they moved up north I would spend summers up there. For weeks at a time. Then after my sister came along and was old enough she came too.
I miss them everyday. Some nights I will have a dream and one of them, sometimes both, will be in it. And the dream is so real. When I wake up it's a warm fuzzy feeling.

My mom is a grandparent like my grandpa was. She loves to be with Owen. And she is attentive. My grandpa was like that. My grandma not so much. But she was special in her own way too. She was a worrier. That's how she loved us.

There are little bits of my grandparents that I carry with me everyday. That make up who I am. My grandma's creativity. My grandpa's problem solving. Her worrying. His silence. Both of their stubborness. That is evident in my mom and my sister too!

My uncle is very much like my grandpa. Their handwriting is all but identical. And last Christmas I noticed that they have the same scent. You know how people have their own scent? Not perfume or cologne. But their body scent. My uncle smells like my grandpa. And they look alike too. I like that about families. How people look like each other and sound like each other. It's comforting.