Moments in Time
I don't recall my age, infact, I was probably too young to even be aware of what age was at this time. I remember driving to my Aunt "Tootsie's" house with my Mimi. Aunt Toots was one of Mimi's eight siblings, and she and my Uncle Bill had one daughter, Brenda. My Mimi loved her niece. Brenda was now grown, married, and the proud mother of three boys, but Brenda's body had betrayed her. As her muscles gave way to her horrible disease. I sat on the edge of her bed and watched as she shook violently, and Mimi, ever so patiently, lifted the spoon to her mouth and fed her. I will never forget the look of love I saw in my Grandmother's eyes. That moment in time is forever embeded into my memory. In that moment, my Mimi taught me true compassion and love.
I eventually grew up, and Mimi, yes Mimi, grew older. But my need for her guidance never left. I married, had children, and eventually began to struggle with severe anxiety attacks. I was so embarrassed about what I was going through, but I knew if there was one person who would understand, it was my Mimi. These words truly began my most treasured relationship I have, my relationship with God. She said, "Toot, every time you feel afraid and anxiety comes, pick up the Bible and start to read. And when you are done, I want you to pray. Do not ask God for anything, but thank Him for all He has done for you." Mimi confided in me that she too had struggled with anxiety and had to learn to turn to God. What no one yet realized is Mimi's memory was beginning to fade and Mimi herself was facing her fears. The fears of forgetting. To this day, I had never shared the entirety of this conversation. I hold it so dear in my heart.