"You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat It Too" for BraveHeart Women by Debra Hadraba #89

You cant have your cake and eat it too My grandma Marguerite was such a classy lady. She was a fiery red-haired painter that smoked cigarettes like putting incense in a burner. Graceful whirling tufts of bluish grayish haze would rise above her head and linger while she worked. She was majestic as she sat there, a ballet dancer in the mist. Her best paintings were of flowers, not outside flowers, but inside flowers. They were glorious colors held in vases and on tables that you knew you shouldnt touch. We were dutifully forewarned to be careful and behave. Occasionally, a petal would have fallen, a bloom was brown or out of place, but even then, somehow it was perfect. There was the room my grandma painted in, the living room, and the room with the TV. After she had her stroke, she was always in the TV room. She never painted much again. She tried, but she was paralyzed on her right side. Had it only been her left, she could have painted til she died. That may have given her some solace and a place to put her pain. Who knows the reason for such things, a way to make them fit? It seems unfair that we accept them? Why not hold onto injustice as a way to say we care? Yet what purpose would that serve, so we focus on whats next. That being said, it never made sense to me like some things end up doing. She spent the remainder of her years with the TV smoking. She cried out loud when asked to quit. I used to ride my bike to see her in the summer. We would sit out on her patio ...

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