Letter from Philippe, Grandson

Hey Granddad,

I’m glad Amy wrote you last night, especially since she has a good memory about details.

I just wanted to reitterate how wonderful that last afternoon with Grandmama was for me.  Amy is right, it was quieter than usual, because it was just 6 of us around the table (mom, dad, amy, me, you and grandmama), so there was much more opportunity for Grandmama to have meaningful interaction with us, since she could hear more easily.  I remember talking about dishes and china, and getting stories about where each piece came from.  Many of the very small pieces of china all came from grandmama, so only she really knew where they came from.  Before that day, I think mom would just tell me they came from her mother, but on that day Grandmama had stories for each small piece.  That was special.  I also remember talking about your wooden high chair, which Amy and I love so much.  We also looked at old pictures and you told some stories.

I remember leaving that evening feeling centered and at peace.  I specifically remember hugging grandmama that evening before we left.  I remember feeling grateful for the time I had with both of you that day, knowing that she was in illl health and I would be leaving shortly to go back to Colorado.  I didn’t imagine that she would be gone so soon after that hug.

Thanks for all you are and all you have given me, I love you so much and I am so proud to be your grandson!

Philippe

About Martin Lehman

I was born 92 years ago, the son of a Mennonite pastor and organic gardener in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. At age 10 I was baptized as a member of the Marion Mennonite Church. I own the "Old Fool" moniker because I want to walk the Jesus Way even though the world and much of the church takes me as a fool for doing so. In my life I have moved from being a young conservative to an elderly radical. I tell that story in My Faith Journey posted on my website.
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