FiveFingers and a Funeral
Thursday, April 29, 2010 at 7:50AM ;)
Grandma Belle led a full life even though her last years were accompanied by dementia and deteriorating health. She was gentle, strong, hard-working, witty, and unconditionally loving. She always had a warm hug and digestive cookie to share, usually with a dab of ice-cream. Her funeral was a celebration of life, a sharing of great memories, a reunion of friends and family.
Because of the reverent focus on my grandma, I felt a little out of place in my Mocs, hoping to not attract unnecessary attention throughout 'her' day. The black, leather FiveFingers, however, blended in well enough to evade most quick looks. Only close family caught sites and ribbed me lightly for the wardrobe choice. On one occasion, however, a great uncle cornered me to ask about the strange footwear. I enjoyed the conversation with a 'forward-thinking' relative who taught me multiple ways to eat insects and odd plants as a child. If anyone would understand minimalist shoes, he would. His wife meandered over, and he was quick to introduce her to my 'gorilla feet.' She looked down and began laughing uncontrollably. I just smiled, waited for her to calm down, and found an excuse to go and chat with someone else.
I like to think that if Gram could have seen my FiveFingers, she would have asked about them with a curious smile. She would have listened to rationales for wearing something that strengthened my feet and helped me be close to 'Mother Earth.' The gardener in her would have understood the desire for that connection. Likely, she would have patted me on the shoulder, reminded me that she loved me, and possibly removed her shoes for a walk around the back yard.
Reader Comments (2)
i am sincerely sorry for your loss but i think the mocs were a tasteful choice. way to stay true to your quest and being true to yourself is a great way to honor someone who made an impact in your life.
Seriously, your last couple of sentences is what made the tears start rolling down my cheeks. Well said Nathan. And, so many memories rushing back to me as I read about the things you remembered most about Grandma. I do miss that curious smile of hers and seeing her out in her garden. I think she would have liked your finger toes--or whatever you call them! Love you grandma.