Celebrating Black Friday
It’s fashionable these days to protest Black Friday by staying home, denouncing the commercialism of the holidays, looking down on the shoppers who participate as depraved and craven. All I can say to that is, allow me to introduce you to my Grandma Bonnie.
Although there are many times I think of Grandma Bonnie, certain times of the year stand out more than others. She loved having the whole family over for a holiday, or a Sunday dinner, or no reason at all.
Nothing Is More Important Than Family
When I was a little girl, she told me repeatedly “nothing is more important than family.” It was her mantra, although she would’ve laughed to hear me call it that; she would’ve thought the word “mantra” itself high-falutin’.
Grandma really lit up at Thanksgiving and Christmas. She loved to cook and watch “The Rockford Files” and “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” as she wrapped presents and oh boy, did she love to shop–but only if she got a deal. She is the reason I cringe today if I pay full retail price for anything; I can hear her whispering, “I taught you better than that!”
Getting to go shopping with Grandma was a thrill and an adrenaline junkie’s delight. She morphed from sweet, funny Grandma to drill sergeant Grandma.
“Here’s the plan: when the doors open, you run straight inside that circular rack there with the big 75% off sign. You grab whatever I hand you and hang on tight. Somebody tries to take it away from you, you slap their hand. Got it?”
I’d nod my head in understanding, hoping not to blow it, hoping no one else’s grandma had the same plan. “Okay, good. Tic Tac?” Oh yes, please, the orange Tic Tacs!
In we’d go, rack after rack, store after store, a blur of a half day and then done. Just like the cooking was more to get the whole family together, the shopping wasn’t so much about the deal (although, yes, paying full retail was never an option).
Remembering The Little Things
Grandma took advantage of Black Friday, and every other sale any time of year. She was money-conscious, sure, but the big payoff for her was seeing the looks of delight on our faces because she’d remembered an offhand comment way back in March about needing a green pair of Dittos.
She’d noted the look of longing as we passed the girl in the iridescent purple Jellies, and she’d listened carefully (and with a straight face!) to my earnest 15-minute explanation of why I couldn’t possibly wear any type of hosiery other than white opaque tights because that’s what Lady Diana wore.
It’s ironic, and unfair, that a woman who got so much sheer joy out of remembering the little things in order to delight her family went on to die of Alzheimer’s disease.
It’s unfair and tragic in every family this disease affects.
So if you find yourself enjoying Black Friday weekend because you love a deal, or you’re enduring it to put a smile on your family’s face, I’m sending you a virtual high-five.
If you’re in the mix because you need some retail therapy because your grandma is no longer with you and you know deep in your heart the holidays will never feel quite the same again–I won’t judge. I feel ya, and I’m sending you a virtual hug.
Christy Turner is the founder of DementiaSherpa.com and has enjoyed the privilege of working with 1,123 people living with dementia and their families. Follow on Facebook, Google+, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, and YouTube. Content varies across platforms.