Longtime readers of the site might remember when I lost my grandma suddenly a couple of years ago. She was like a mother to me- she lived with us for 8 years and even before she lived with us, we were always very close. I ain’t gonna lie, Home Eccers, her sudden death was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through and I spent a *very* long time mourning her.
I’m over it now. I will always miss her and wish I still had her in my life, but the mourning period is finally over and I can think about her in a positive way without plunging into an “OMG, I’d give anything to have her back,” teary, bawl-fest. I can’t have her back, but I can honor her memory *and* share her with all of you. So, from time to time as I think of things she taught me, I’ll share them.
Today’s lesson: write your name on everything. My grandma wrote her name on nearly everything she owned. When we were clearing away her stuff, I had to laugh as I’d find 10 pairs of scissors, all neatly engraved (or sometimes Sharpied) with “Vivian J. Hogan” in her elegant scrawl. Writing your name on everything comes in handy more than you would think. When my other grandmother got her new (and very nice) wheelchair, my grandma told me to write her name on it. I did. Several months later, her wheelchair was “lost” at the assisted living home. After going in there and raising several million kinds of drama with them, we determined that it was lost forever.
Not so, however. When my grandmother died, my mom marched into the assisted living and told them she was NOT leaving until they ponied up two wheelchairs and four walkers, all the stuff that was “lost” while she lived there. About 15 minutes later, they came back with two wheelchairs and four walkers. Some of which we’d never seen before, but one of which was the wheelchair my grandma had told me to write my other grandmother’s name on. The name was still on it.
It also comes in handy around the house. After the kids ripped off about 10 million pairs of my scissors, I finally wrote my name on my favorite pair. I caught my son using my favorite pair of scissors cutting paper. (!!!!!my fabric scissors!!!!!) “Hey, man.” I said, “I believe those are my good fabric scissors.” The denials came fast and furiously. “Noooo! These are the scissors you put in the junk drawer for cutting paper!!!” I took them from him and flipped it over. “Ivy Hogan”, it said. BUSTED!
You’d be surprised at what all you can write your name on, from scissors to your tools (that’s MY screwdriver! get your own!) to books. So get out your Sharpies, Home Eccers. Start identifying your stuff.