BUBBLES
Serious, by Ken Bradbury, 2011
Fond memories of a Grandmother and what used to be. A moving story.
Duration
5 - 7 minutes- 1 Male
- 1 Female
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Product Id: #135
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An excerpt …
(a special person)
Can you keep a secret? I have one cool grandma. Okay, everybody probably thinks Grandma is pretty cool, but you look up the word cool in the dictionary and you’ll see my grandma’s picture … at least in my dictionary.
Her name is Marie but I’ve always called her Bubbles. Don’t ask me why. I started when I was little and it just stuck. Then she started calling herself Bubbles. Then everybody started calling her Bubbles.
How do I start? Let’s just say that your own grandma isn’t supposed to be able to beat you playing video games. Your own grandma isn’t supposed to be a better free-throw shooter than you are. The typical grandmother doesn’t sit there and secretly play tag with you in church. Bubbles does. She does all these things … and a lot more.
(reminiscing)
I loved those days … filled with magic and wonder … and love. Then … then something tragic happened. I got busy. Sports, school activities, friends. More and more of my weekends were spent with “things that I really had to do.” Bubbles would call and say, “How about a walk to the creek this weekend, Captain?” By then it sort of embarrassed me when she called me Captain … sounded like kids’ stuff. I’d always say, “Maybe next weekend, Bubbles. I’m really tied up this week.” She’d pause a moment, then say, “That’s fine. You’re a busy boy/girl! Maybe next weekend.”
I wasn’t old enough, or smart enough, to catch the sadness in her voice.
(visits)
I see her every week now … well, almost every week. Mom and I go visit her. Room 212. End of the hall. You have to poke in a certain code to get into her ward.
Sometimes she knows me. On her really good days she’ll smile. On the really bad days she just sort of … stares.
I feel worse for Mom. Bubbles is her mother and she has lots more memories than I do. We talk … Bubbles nods. We hug her before we leave and sometimes … sometimes she stares at us. She wonders why two total strangers are hugging her.
Then we leave.
Walking back to the car Mom tries to put up a good front. “She seemed healthy, didn’t she?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“I think she recognized us today, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Mom.”
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