Something to strive for
My last grandparent died the other day, or as I like to say, 'She skipped over to the other side.'
As we often do these days, we share our personal lives on social media. This was no exception. My family from across the globe began to share at the emptiness we now felt, but a wonderful thing began to emerge as others shared their memories of her. Keep in mind my grandmother was 99. She never owned a computer, smart phone or any of that stuff. Yet people remembered her from decades past. They remembered how quickly she was to jump in to help another. The remembered her smile and laughter. They remembered her hugs, which you always had to bend down for because she was petite.
She was a nursery school aid. She loved hundreds, if not thousands of children in their young lives. In fact one of her students is now my sis-in-law. She kept a special spot for her for my brother for close to twenty years. Grandma drove 'the old people' around to their appointments, when in fact she was older than them! She provided, loved, nursed, adored, argued (don't ever under-estimate her intelligence and wit!)
So while this post is typed admist tears and sorrow, she left a legacy that only a few will ever achieve simply by being her. She never felt the need to be something she wasn't. She didn't care what religion, color, sex you were. You were fantastic as you were and she was quick to remind you of that. She was love and loved by many.
Now that is something to strive for, wouldn't you say?
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