When I was in Seattle, I was able to spend time with my grandparents.
All 4 of which are having issues with their health.
Watching my family members,
the ones who helped raise me,
the ones who were there when I was born,
the ones who love me,
it tears me apart.
One morning, my Nanny needed to peel eggs to make deviled eggs.
These eggs were especially bothersome because the shell wasn't peeling easily.
She was feeling dizzy,
and clearly didn't want to spend 30 minutes doing such a tedious task.
I offered to help.
We huddled over the sink,
peeling stinky, farm-raised eggs,
and laughed about who could peel the best egg.
I'm pretty sure that I won our mini-competition,
though I told her all her eggs were the best.
In the photo above, we were laughing.
Nanny didn't know that my mom took the photo.
It was just her and I.
It was a moment in time that I will cherish.
I hope I have the chance to peel eggs with Nanny again.
To hang out in the office with Papa and listen to his stories about his old photographs.
To walk across the ferry and chat with Grandma,
or even watch one of her favorite shows with her, like Dancing With The Stars.
I hope I have another chance to eat a bowl of Corn Flakes around the table with Far Far.
I love Idaho,
but I resent being an entire state
and a 9-hour drive away from my grandparents.
I feel like I should be there with them.
Sharing memories, stories, love.
Once a year is not enough.
Twice a year is not enough.
It will never be enough.
Grandma and Far Far,
I love you.
Thank you for always being there for me.
Now it's my turn to be there for you.
Next time I come to town... let's peel some more eggs, OK?
OH—And Papa... "I B Jammin'"