When I was young my grandmother visited from Poland.  Knowing her fully explains why I am the way I am.

She is a strong woman. Someone who changes her mind without whim, voices her opinion and gets her hair done every week like clockwork. She dresses well, she likes sweets and she enjoyed spoiling me, a lot.

She came and visited for two weeks when I was about four or five years old, my younger sister was just born so it was nice to finally have someone to spoil me. She would walk me to school and back and buy me sweets and ice creams on the way home.

I remember there was a thunderstorm and the lightning turned the sky a frightening red, my grandma told me it was because God was angry.

She always looked nice. She was distinguished.

She did not come from a rich home, she was not a rich lady, but she always lived well and had a happy life.

Since the time she has visited I have not seen her again. Twenty years have passed and these memories still stay with me. I want to visit her soon, and she how she’s changed, show her my family and maybe get our hair done together.

Do you have memories of someone that you haven’t seen in a long time?

xoxo

Fab Brunette