My Earliest Memory ~ Long and Short Reviews Blog Challenge

Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews.

Today's topic: My Earliest Memory

My memories go back quite a ways considering I remember when my parents brought my new baby brother home from the hospital when he was born. I was convinced they were bringing me a new doll to play with when I first saw him. I was 2 years-old when my brother was born.

I also remember a time when my mother was changing my baby brother's diaper and he peed like a fountain. All over my mom. I remember her scream of surprise and then her burst of laughter. I remember being shocked at witnessing this. And now I still laugh when I think of it! In fact, I'm pretty sure my baby brother peed more than once while my mom changed his diaper. I have vague memories of me warning her whenever she changed him.

I also have distinct memories of my grandfather who passed away a few months after my brother was born. I had a clear image of opening the front door to my grandparents' house to see my pappap sitting in a chair by the window. He turned to face me. As soon as he saw me, his face lit into a brilliant smile and he got off the chair to the floor where he sat on hands and knees to talk with me. I still recall the emotions I felt when I saw my pappap, the joy and warmth that filled me with his smile.

I had questioned that memory when I was older. It didn't make sense to me at the time, because everyone knew the chair by the window was my Nana's chair. Only she sat there. When I asked her about it, she told me that the chair originally belonged to my pappap. She only started sitting in it after he died. 

I realized then that it wasn't my imagination when I pictured my grandfather, it was a memory. 

I also remember his funeral. I remember being in a long room filled with people. My father was carrying me around and I was wearing a dress. I remember seeing my grandfather sleeping in the box which I thought strange. I was confused why he was asleep and not playing with me. 

I have more memories of my grandfather, but these are the strongest and the ones that I'm sure were not my imagination. My family often told me as I grew older about how much my Pappap Bud loved me and my baby brother. He loved to play with us and every time I think of him, I still smile. The love I felt for him as a toddler continued to grow, even after he was gone. And although I barely knew him, I still miss him.

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