Gram’s lap was my favorite place. I snuggled up to her and it didn’t seem to matter how big I got. I loved looking into her eyes. Through those baby blues, I could see into her past.
Every story Grams ever told me, I could see replayed as I looked in those twinkling eyes. I saw her as she ran in the fields of sunflowers and went swinging from the tire right before she jumped into the water. I saw her as she sat in the corner after getting in trouble at school. I felt the whack of the ruler as it hit her outstretched palm. “Ouch.” I jumped off her lap, confused.
She assured me all was well. I didn’t know my grandma was quirky until I got older. My friends looked at her in strange ways. They never could figure out what was different but they felt something was off, but then we ran off to play and forgot all about Grams.
She could quote scripture like I could breathe but it was like she was reading it. I thought every Grandma was able to do this. When she prayed, it was like God was right there sitting beside us. She talked to Him and then waited for Him to answer.
Grams didn’t have white hair wound up in a bun and she most certainly didn’t sit in a rocking chair. No, my grams was unique. She wore jeans and had blazing red hair. She had one speed and it was fast. If radar was tracking her, they would see a red dot on the screen racing furiously to the next.
My grams, although perfect when she was born, grew tired and brittle as she grew older. She was on a first name basis with her surgeons. She would enter the hospital and come out with a new part. The first time I can remember this happening, I was seven. Grams went in limping and she came back skipping. She had received a new knee.
One day she got a new hip. And then another time, new elbows. She soon got a new heart and it beat just perfect. I know because I would listen: bupbup—bupbup—bupbup.
GrandmaJ’s next hospital visit got her a brand new wrist. After that, she was able to throw a ball clear across the yard.
Dad took me to the hospital when she received another new part. As she was coming out of surgery, I paraphrased her favorite verse to her:
“I praise You because Grams is fearfully and wonderfully made; You did a great job creating her, Lord, but now You are using surgeons to make her old parts brand new, piece by piece, one surgery at a time.”
As I sat on the edge of her bed stroking her hair, I felt something strange and leaned in to have a look. There, on the side of her neck, I found the words, “Made in Japan.” I was very confused. As Grams lay there sleeping, I pulled away the covers and looked at her knee. Again, a tiny label was there but this time it said, Made in China.” I looked on her ankle and a label read, “Property of Gen Bio Lab.”
I lay the cover back and went in search of Dad. While roaming the halls, I started piecing together everything that had confused me through the years. I thought about her eyes that allowed me to see into the past and no one could possibly have so many body parts replaced. She had an arm that would rival any baseball pitcher. And her memory was phenomenal. I never once saw her reading her Bible but she had it all memorized.
I heard Dad talking to a man, “…almost complete…great experiment.” I slowly backed away, suddenly afraid of the place where we had spent so much time.
I ran into Gram’s room. She was waiting for me. Grams pointed to my ankle. I looked down and found a label just like hers. I then remembered the time I had broken it. I looked at Grams and she smiled.
I broke into a sweat but I knew no matter what she had to tell me, all would be well. I looked into her eyes and there I learned the truth.
As I sat beside her, I realized I had a bionically unique Grams. She was Super-Grams and I was her Super-Granddaughter! We were both fearfully and wonderfully remade!
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