A Life Once Lived: Saying Goodbye to Grandma
Yesterday my family said goodbye to my father’s mom, and today I see the value in what I do.
Yesterday I sat in grandpa’s living room listening to him reminisce about his lovely wife. He told stories about how she begged him to take her fishing (a great hobby of his), and ended up with a record-breaking catch. She was home-coming queen twice in high school, because, as he put it, “there weren’t any seniors who were pretty enough her junior year”. She worked at a jeweler, and when he showed her the ring he picked out for her she said, “that’s kind of small, isn’t it?”. We all laughed.