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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Blue (10/08/09)

TITLE: My Grandmother's Eyes
By Leigh Ann Webb


Smiling blue eyes that were always twinkling and sparkling at me with a quick wink as though we were sharing some quiet secret. Her eyes are what I recall most when I think of my grandmother. Eyes that laughed to the point where they crinkled around the edges and her happiness in seeing me made me feel like the most loved granddaughter in the world. Those eyes were the color I always wished I had. My grandmotherís eyes were reflected in all six of her children and in the seven grandchildren before me. I was the first one born with hazel eyes, a mixture of brown, green, blue, and strange flecks of sometimes gold and sometimes yellow. After me, it would be years before those same blue eyes of my grandmotherís emerged again.
Although I did not share my grandmotherís eyes like the other grandchildren, we had a bond. I remember many a night spent at Grandmaís house, grandmaís room really, because when my granddaddy died a year before I was born she went to live with my aunt and then eventually with my parents. Her room always seemed to be effused with a golden hue. Her lamp always on, no glaring over head light, only softness and warmth. Small things are what I remember about her room. An old white basin and pitcher left over from the days when she was probably a little girl, and always on her nightstand were light terra cotta praying hands sitting on white crocheted linen. Her worn large print blue Bible that had creases on the cover from being held so often in her hand was always nearby. I believe I received much of my faith in God and my faith in the world around me from her and our quiet times together. Not so much from what she said, but just from her presence and the peaceful way I saw her live her life. She never had a complaint, not even from her hard life as a struggling tenant farmerís wife with a large family to care for. I remember sitting next to her in her chair; I donít recall what we talked about or if she read to me or whether I just sat close while she read to herself. All I know is that those memories have stayed with me through the years and they are precious and valuable. Perhaps, we even had a special bond because I was the first grandchild that her husband had never held, perhaps I was her connection to him.
When she passed away it was at the very old age of ninety-two. She had spent several years in a nursing home where I did not go as often as I should have. Although I knew she was suffering from dementia and there may have been times when she was not sure who we all were as we came and went by her bedside, I knew in my heart that when I took her hand she knew who I was. I could even hear her call my name in my mind. By the time she reached this point in her life, I had been married for over ten years and had one adopted son already and was pregnant with another son. I did not know at the time he was born that she would only be with us for about three more months. When Jonathan was born and I saw his face, my very first words were, ďHe looks just like Grandma.Ē Not only did he have her facial features but when he opened his eyes they were the identical blue eyes of my grandmother.
She was too frail to ever hold him or even to really know who he was, but I took him to her bedside and knew that God had sent him at just the right moment for me. My grandmother was headed to her Heavenly home and although I could never replace her, I had been granted the opportunity to have those same smiling blue eyes looking back at me. Jonathan is now eight years old and there are so many times when he glances up with that twinkling look or laughs with his eyes in a way that she would have done. I see her in reflections of photos that I take of him and often feel her same joy for life in him, and on my nightstand I have her praying hands.

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The story sounded so real. too emotional for me.
Cherry Bieber 10/15/09
What a sweet, timely reminder to grandparents and grandchildren regarding the importance that we have in one another's lives! I take being a grandmother very seriously and your story encourages me to press on! Thank you! This is a beautiful story!
Dimple Suit10/15/09
My maternal Grandmother had blue eyes, live to 11 dyas shy of her 98th birthday. Those eyes showed up in her great grandson, my nephew. Your story touched my heart as much as it stirred my memories. Emotional? Yes it is, but in a way that makes me smile about spending time with a wonderful woman who guided my moral compass, much as your Grandmother did for you. Thank you for sharing such a touching moment; for giving a reminder to touch back on those memories of loved ones we held dear.
Mona Purvis10/15/09
Your writing is very enjoyable. This is a story very well told.
Perhaps you could break it up a little into shorter paragraphs to make it easier to read. I didn't want to miss a word.
Lovely. Good entry.

Charles Eldredge10/17/09
Thank you for sharing this story. Reading about your son being blessed with your Grandmother's eyes brought a tear to my eye...what an excellent way to remember her.
Marie Fink10/18/09
Remembering our grandparents is important to the next generation of kids. This story is precious to tell.
PamFord Davis 10/18/09
Brings back so many precious memories of my Grandma, thanks. You did not share words; you shared your heart!