On April 19, 1995, I didn’t know anything had happened in Oklahoma City until late that night. While the rest of the world was horrified at what happened in the American heartland, I was on my way from Arlington to Hendricks Hospital in Abilene.
My grandmother was gravely ill and my cousins, our parents and I travelled from all over the country to what is commonly called the “death watch.” At her best Mom Mom weighed about 85 pounds and was well under five feet tall. Now she was very weak and childlike in that big bed. What I remember most was how big and blue her eyes were.
Fortunately, under the care of the wonderful hospital staff and with lots of attention and good meals, she recovered. In fact, she lived another five years surprising us all.
During that long weekend something else happened. We were together as a family again, and that doesn’t happen often. Usually only at a funeral. But this time we cooked steaks and drank beer and remembered our shared childhoods.
I like to commemorate special occasions with a new piece of jewelry so when I got back home I bought this rose ring from James Avery. I don’t know why a rose. Perhaps because her bathroom and bedroom were very pink. And so is her china that I inherited. Anyway, here’s another piece of silver that is everlastingly important to me.