Thank you to my Grandmas'

Thoughts about family and life while sick in bed.

Quietly taking comfort under the warmth of a blue and silver shawl, head splitting open and phlegm building in the back of my throat.
Illness. Cold, painful, radiating, miserable. Illness.
Most days I curse my life with a painful heart; sadness and despair for lifetimes at the hands of my 'loving grandmother'.

Today however, I smile with warmth through the new layers of misery I find myself in as the head cold weighs down my mind and body.
Two warm blankets older than my eldest siblings keep me company. One peach and white in classic knitted stripes; the other a bright yellow sun with a smiling face. Through each they've held me close, keeping away monsters under the bed, drying my tears after each rock bottom. Keeping my spouse warm as I go about my winter days.

The secret is all three comforts come from somewhere else, someone else's grandma.
And their warmth of comfort is pure, stretching lazily across decades onto my achy chest. A real grandmother's real love knows no limits, only new heights.

Author's Note

Sick in bed.