The Couch

I practically lived with my Grandmother and Grandfather for much of my childhood. My mother was young and single when she had me and went back to work when I was 2 weeks old and my Grandmother took care of me. She was the light of my life. She really could have been my mother as she had just turned 40 when I was born. Until the day she died, a little over 3 years ago, I truly thought she was immortal. She would never die and leave me. I was wrong...
When she died, her body was donated to The University of Arizona Medical School. So, not only did she leave me, she left me no place to visit with her. Until now.

The year before I was born my Grandmother bought a couch at garage sale for $25. She had it reupholstered and it was in her formal living room for my whole life. I slept on it sometimes when I spent the night if there wasn't a bed available. I sat with my Grandmother on it and heard stories. I spent much time with my Grandmother on this couch. It was my very favorite thing of my Grandmother's. It had been recovered a couple of times and still sat in her living room when she died. My Grandparents divorced when I was 12 and my Grandmother remarried. Several years before she died my Grandmother began making plans for her "stuff". I disliked this conversation and thought it was pointless as she was never going to die. The only thing I ever said was that I would love to have the couch. After my Grandmother died I helped her husband out a lot, doing various errands for him and such, but then we had a falling out. We did not speak for several months and he died in July. He willed one item to anyone in my Grandmother's family, which includes 4 living children and many grandchildren. The couch...To me. This couch where I spent so much time communing with my favorite person in the world is coming home to me where it will sit in my living room and give me a place to visit my Grandmother until I see her again. Thank you Grandma.