A weird thing happened the other night.
I was doing some reading–really late, around the same time that I would have usually been writing about Gam.
And I had this thought.
I’m not going to say it was her talking to me, because I don’t believe that’s how it works. But if it was–if she could–this is what she said.
It was strange. In my mind, she had her sarcastic saucer eyes. Looking snootily down her nose a bit. The kind of face she gives you when you’re about to do something dumb. (Or when she hears that the groom is going to be wearing Chucks at the altar.)
“Oh, come on, Jenny.”
She would have a hard time giving up the spotlight so soon.
“You’re not even going to post those pictures you found of me in my pretty blue dress?”
Sigh. She’d want me to post these. So here we go.
She did look pretty hot at Chad and Becky’s wedding.
This one is so her.
I should have a caption contest for this one. I think she’s saying,
“Learn to do the splits. It’s very helpful.”
Gettin’ her groove on.
The day Gam died, my sister put this on her Facebook page:
“My gammy went to dance with her jesus last night. i only hope he can keep up; she’s got some moves!”
I bet she’s having fun.