Sunday, August 08, 2004

Nature's Force

After visiting my parents this weekend in Tennessee, I decided to follow my aunt and mother to the Harrah's Casino in Cherokee, North Carolina, where I didn't do too shabby this time. But that's not why I'm writing this. I'm writing this because the drive from Gatlinburg to Cherokee takes you over and through the Smokey Mountains and the National Park. Lot's of thinking time to be had. And this, is what I thought:

Even though it's not fall yet, the temperature in the air was perfect for it. The only thing missing was the leaves showing their true colors. For the longest time, I didn't know that the "green" color we see is a mask of the true color underneath and that once a year we get the "real deal", the, "I'm BRILLIANT for the all the world to see" colors. Autumn is my favorite season. It was my grandmothers' favorite season as well.

While driving through the mountains, and I strongly suggest it once in your lifetime, there are several places to stop and get out of your car to look over the vast valley's and peaks. It's stunning and even more so when the colors are in bloom, so to speak. So I decided to stop for a bit, get out and lok around. That's when it happened.

It didn't take very long, maybe 10 minutes and the tears flowed and it all became complete for me. There would be no more trips to New England for leaf turning season, no more trips to Fort Ticonderoga, no more picking apples right from the tree and basically no more of these "brillant" things that I was able to do with my grandmother.

You see, my grandmother died almost 3 years ago as of October 12, when, in New England and New York, this is peak season for the leaves to turn and the air is cool upon your skin and the smells of Fall are in the air. I however, never had the chance to properly mourn this and I know it sounds silly but I think now, I feel like we both got gypped. She from Alzheimers, a woman who would, in her youth, take the train to NYC to get her nails and hair done and I because well, she was my last grandparent, I was her favorite and there were many more years left to be had together.

Autumn was our favorite season because it was simply Brilliant.

3 Comments:

Blogger From Grits to Gringa said...

So glad to see you blogging again. I haven't seen my grandma in a few weeks because of the driving with my back. This reminds me that I need to make the time. How lucky I feel to have her still at 93, and her mind is good. I, too, love the fall. I was just telling Pam the other day that soon we will be able to spend a long weekend up in North Georgia admiring the trees and their transformation. My family (both mom and dad's sides)is from North Wilksboro, N. Carolina and we made the trip you are talking about at least twice a year. I can remember sliding down the mountain in snow near Cherokee and really believing that indians look like that statue outside one of the shops. I often had my picture taken in front of the teepee. I wonder if it is still there. As the years go by it seems smaller and smaller. As a child, I thought that teepee was gigantic and magnificent and as sacred in some way as a manger.

11:26 PM  
Blogger Bangme. said...

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12:09 PM  
Blogger From Grits to Gringa said...

WHERE R U?!?!?!?!!? I check your blog every day and you've dropped off the face of the earth. Is life treating you decently? I'm really happy right now. I'm loving my job, found a new back doc that's amazing and is going to do a simply surgery in October when my insurance kicks in and we are moving in the next two or three weeks. We are going home searching tomorrow in Lawrenceville. I like it up there and that's near my job. The drive from here to work is almost an hour each way and it kills my back. When we move could I get you to help us load/unload our junk if you aren't busy? We'll pay you! I just won't be able to do anything of course and I'd rather gather my healthy friends as opposed to movers. Write me...

12:32 AM  

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