Love as my grandmother does
My dear grandmother
passed away almost 18 years ago
but I still miss her
every single day.
She was such an important part of my life.
My Mom, Dad, brothers and I
lived in her old house
for most of my childhood.
And when I close my eyes
and open my heart
that is how I remember her.
I can still see her
in her flower print, cotton dress
with a flour dusted apron tied over it.
I can see
her smiling face
with her wispy hair all askew
and her big glasses sliding down her nose.
I can hear
her high pitched voice say,
"HELLO"
as I opened the door after school
while her arms opened
to give me a big hug and kiss.
I can even remember
how she smelled.
It was a curious combination
of cold cream, Ben Gay,
garlic, and tomato sauce.
And when she hugged me
I could feel the love and joy
coming from her heart into mine.
I thought I knew everything about my "Nana"
but amazingly
I am still learning more about her
even today.
Just yesterday
an old family friend
stopped to talk to me at the local post office.
She told me
of what happened once while she visited my Nana
when I was still a little boy.
They were sitting around the dining room table
and our friend noticed the lovely earrings
my Nana was wearing.
She told Nana
about how much she liked them
and asked
if possibly
she could leave them to her in her will.
Without a second thought
my sweet Nana took them off
and gave them to her on the spot.
After our friend left
I stood there
for a few minutes
in amazement.
I had never known this
and as far as I could tell
Nana never mentioned it to anyone.
That was just like her.
She may have been feisty and temperamental
at times
but
she loved deeply
and she gave freely.
I have decided then
that I want to love like Nana loved.
I want to give like Nana gave.
I want to live like Nana lived.
I want to care more about people
and less about things.
I want to let my heart
rather than my fear guide me.
I want to share my love
freely and joyfully.
I want to give
and to live
in such a way that sings and smiles.
May you do the same.
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