Whew, that was a long title!
I think I would choose my grandma, my dad’s mom.
I know I’ve mentioned before that she died very suddenly (brain aneurysm) when Lisey was a baby. I was 23 at the time, so I feel a little like I didn’t get to relate to my grandma as an adult.
At least, not as much as I would have liked to!
I don’t think a dinner would be nearly enough time to get caught up from the last 19 years, but it would be better than nothing.
I know my grandma was always a good cheerleader, so I’d want to tell her about all the good things going on in my life. Everyone can do with some cheerleading.
And since she was quite protective of her grandkids, she would be a very satisfying person to tell all of my troubles to because I think she would probably take my side 100% of the time.
(Is that always helpful? No. But do we love having someone always take our side? Yes. )
My mother. She died in September (not unexpectedly), and I miss her so much.
Hugs to you. Losing someone is so hard. <3
Thank you.
That last parenthetical is so much truth. My mom is like that. She loves her grandkids, but she still worries about me more. Which is nice, because as a mom myself, no one really does worry about me much. (I didn’t mean that to sound self-pitying, it’s just a fact.)
Right? It’s nice to be fussed over sometimes.
One on one – I would pick my grandmother also. I want to find out what it was like for her to raise two boys, one with special needs. What it was like for her to go through the depression. How she managed all that she managed in terms of maintaining the house. Her perceptions of going from before cars to landing on the moon.
I find myself wanting to ask questions like that too! When I was a kid, those types of conversations did not occur to me.
My daughter. She passed away when she was 18 and there are SO many things I need to talk to her about.
Oh my goodness, I am so sorry about your daughter. That must be so hard.
Either my Paternal Grandmother, who I never knew, or my brother, who we lost in 1994. I really miss my brother. He was my cheerleader. And relatives who knew my grandmother say I remind them of her.
Whew. Today is my mother-in-law’s birthday. She passed away ten years ago. I miss her very much. Yesterday was my father-in-law’s birthday. He has been gone for twelve years. I would have thought that I would have chosen one of them as they were wonderful. But with Mother’s Day this weekend, I choose my own mother who died when I was fourteen. I would have my sister and her family over for dinner, and my own of course, and we’d sit and talk and ask questions and listen to what my Mom would have to say.
Oh, that is so early to lose your mom. I am sorry you didn’t get more years with her.
Another vote for Grandma here! Mine lived to be 99 and 11 months and still lived independently and was a sharp witted and sharp tongued as ever; I was very lucky to be older when she died so I had a lot of years with her. I was knitting her a quilt for her 100th birthday and never got to give it to her, so I would like to throw it around her shoulders while we eat. (And here is one of my favorite things—she ate a jelly donut with a full sugar Pepsi chaser for her daily breakfast from about aged 60 on, since “I am going to die soon so I have stopped listening to the doctors telling me what to eat. I survived the concentration camp and the displaced person camp and the boat trip to Ellis Island, so it is time I indulged myself.” Not great advice, plus that was about the only thing she indulged herself with, but I love that when my uncle used to stop by and would take the donuts as he left because he thought it was bad for her, she got the small grocery down the street to deliver her a dozen whenever she called. And this was before Grubhub and all the other delivery services!)
Ha, I love her breakfast!
Someone who has passed away is such a broad range of possibility. Grandmothers, three of the four between my husband and me, would be pretty high ranking.
So, knowing I can pick just one, I’d like to talk to the Apostle Paul and ask him to clarify a few things in Romans.
And giving myself a backup, I’d like to talk to the beautiful and inimitable Neica, a former coworker who I wish had lived long enough to see my babies.
And for a second backup, Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Ooh, Paul is a good one. I have some questions for Jesus too, so I could definitely use a dinner with him!
Right? I started out saying Jesus, but since we already have an open line with him, I deferred to Paul 😉
Haha, that is a good point.
I would also pick my dad’s mom. She died 3 years ago. To be honest, I didn’t always like her that much when I was little. It wasn’t until I was in high school that I really grew to appreciate her. I got to work with her for a couple of years and it was such a treat. She was loyal, stubborn, funny, protective, sometimes sweet, and had a low tolerance for stupidity. 🙂 Then at her funeral I learned all kinds of things about what she lived through, her amazing example of unbelievable forgiveness, and all sorts of things that made me appreciate her even more. And while dementia-Grandma said lots of things that made me smile, I would definitely want to have dinner with pre-dementia-Grandma to learn more about her life. I miss her.
I would pick my Dad. He passed away when my kids were really small and I would love the chance to tell him all about them. And I miss him terribly.