Gram Jewell’s Memory Comforts
Gram Jewell always wanted to protect me from life’s bumps. Even now, though she was buried almost fourteen years ago, she still comforts me. I can still see her and hear her voice as plain as if she was standing here today.
[Emeebee] was the first woman with whom I had sex in Gram’s old house.
Interestingly, it was thoughts of Grandma and Pappy Jewell that soothed the throbbing heartache left by [Emeebee] as a departing gift. Knowing that Gram loved me has a surprising therapeutic effect. When I feel sad over losing Emeebee, I think of Gram and how she must be talking to me, holding me, and saying that everything will be alright. And it works! The sadness and anger fades, replaced with understanding, acceptance, and a desire to find another.
Gram said often that she hoped I’d meet a dainty lady who would love me as she [Gram] did. I think she just whispered that in my ear. That turned out not to be Emeebee. But Gram, I’m still looking and I’ll not give up until I find her.
I love you, Gram.
