The Overwhelming Sadness of the Silent Trampoline

By M. Annamae Hendrickson

When four Sheriff's vehicles drive up to this 69 year old grandmothers house and she realizes they have come for her and that she is being placed under arrest, with her grandson the only other person in the house to witness this, upon her release the only way that she can bear the many months of not seeing nor hearing from her only grandchild, was to write about the 81/2 years that she and he spent together and the many adventures that they shared.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781467042826

M. Annamae Hendrickson

Ms. Hendrickson lives in the West and although she has though about writing -this memoir is her first attempt at doing so . The circumstances that initiated the writing are difficult but the memories shared are humorous, real and entertaining, even educational.

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The Overwhelming

Sadness Of The Silent

Trampoline

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M. Annamae Hendrickson

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© 2011 by M. Annamae Hendrickson. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 10/07/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4670-4283-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-4284-0 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-4282-6 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011917789

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Contents

PROLOGUE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

PROLOGUE

THE OVERWHELMING SADNESS OF

THE SILENT TRAMPOLINE

This memoir is dedicated to my most precious grandson, Dylan Rogers Russett

Together we shared each and every memory in this book.

I don’t know what is to happen to me because of the court situation—I do know that nothing will ever be the same—but the one constant that will never change-is the great love that I have for you now and have always had for you.

You said it best on the big, heavy stone that you gave to me. On it you wrote:

Grandma you love me as much as God does

I cannot promise that I will be here for the rest of your life but I can promise that I will love you—unconditionally—for the rest of mine.

I am going to write down several of the wonderful adventures that we had together for the first 8 years of your life—the most wonderful, happy years of my life.

Than when I am old and can no longer see,

It is my hope that you will read these memories to me.

I will listen with my eyes closed and picture us in my mind as we walked and talked and laughed and prayed.

I have not seen you or heard that beautiful voice of yours for 16 days. When I go to bed at night and close the blinds, I see your trampoline and overwhelming sadness envelopes over me—and again in the morning when I open the blinds and see your trampoline once more. I wonder how many days, how many nights will I have to endure this sadness? I wonder if I can

Chapter 1

I want first to talk about one of my very favorite memories. I had not met you yet, your mommie was still carrying you in her tummy. One day I was walking the jail trail by myself and was on the way back to my car. I was just past the underpass bridge when I looked up and there to meet me was your mommie with Jessie and Jamie on leases. She had a big smile on her face, she looked so beautiful and happy. I was happy to see her, we walked and talked and in a couple months you were born. I had given up even thinking that I would ever know what it must be like to be a grandmother—after all, I was 60 and then miracles of miracles, you arrive.

You were born on September 30th, 2002 and I fell in love with you the minute I held you in my arms—a grandma’s love. I had the great privilege of being your caretaker for 3 to 4 nights a week starting when you were 6 weeks old. You slept in my big king bed with me, I had it against the wall and put folding chairs between the foot board and the mattress so you would not fall out as you crawled and rolled around on it. I changed your diapers and fed you your bottles