I am really opening myself up with this post. The past few day’s my heart has been heavy. I miss my Grandson Anthony. It’s best for me to write about it and not stuff my feelings. My Grandson Anthony’s Mother is Ali. Not to be confused with my eldest offspring who is also named Anthony.
Anthony is perfect, He is funny, witty and extremely smart beyond his years. He is adorable and the only child other then my son Lance that I spent over an hour in a video game store. Anthony was searching for the perfect games to rent and could not decide.
Anthony is kind and thoughtful of others. He washes his hands when he is finished using the bathroom without being asked. (Most kids are never taught this and it disgusts me) He is very polite and always says please and thank you.
Some of Anthony’s favorite activities he loved to do when visiting my home was cleaning. One of the reasons he won my heart. Anthony loves to vacuum and wash dishes and be helpful. Even with his domestic side he is all boy. Ronnie and Anthony would play video games together all night and he would be so excited when he beat “Papa”.
Anthony loved having me read him books when he spent the night and would cuddle in bed with us. Anthony insisted on sleeping between Ronnie and I. We would read the same book several times and then Anthony would want a movie usually Scooby Do. Anthony would watch Scooby Do and I would fall asleep. If I turned away from him while sleeping he would wake me up every time and say, “Nana put your face by me”.
In my nightstand there was a drawer that almost always had M&M’S. One night after he watched Scooby Do for the 2nd time Anthony woke me up. I woke up to Anthony tapping on my face with his adorable face inches away, he wanted M&M’S. Not fully awake I grabbed the bag from the drawer and handed him the M&M’S. The next morning I realized I had gave my Grandson a full bag on M&M’S. He got me that time!!
My favorite memory of Anthony was one night we were all tucked in our bed sound asleep and suddenly Anthony woke up with a faint scream. I asked Anthony what was wrong and he said, “I had a bad dream, there was a squirrel in my dream and I went to touch him and he said Boo.” Oh my gosh, I tried so hard to contain my laughter while attempting to comfort him.
Anthony never complained or whined when he was at our house and always begged to stay longer when his Mom picked him up. His laugh was contagious and smile would melt my heart.
Anthony is precious and is missed by Ronnie and I both. I have never really missed a family member like I do Anthony. It’s sad that Ali and I could not manage a relationship that lasted beyond a few month’s. I accept a lot of the blame for our failed attempts and part of me wishes this last time of re-connecting would of never happened. It just made my heart break even more.
What triggered my sadness this week was when I opened the sideboard in our living room. Inside the sideboard was the small storage container that held the money I gave Anthony when he visited. Anthony will forever hold a special place in my heart.