He was not rich, but he had the right quality of life.
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My grandmother passes on her love to me like a torch from a strong fire to a torch whose light is still meager and hungry for more.
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They offered solutions that the daughter could understand, like they had a PhD in motherhood.
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They say distance makes the heart grow fonder but I keep you near, in here, for you were mine and I was yours.
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She was defying all assumptions and stereotypes about people her age.
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Most mornings I spent with my Grandpa Don, I found him at the old, scarred-up dining room table with a small white cup of coffee in front of him.
Her love was unconditional. She was the first to forge forward and put on a smile around her family.
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I think about what she taught me and how I want to live a life of courage, compassion and with her blue eyes wide-open.
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Every time I visited her we would bring her her favorite candy or food, then, she would open her special drawer filled with jewelry, candy, and other fun little gadgets for me that she won playing games at the nursing home.
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She would bring the sky down to make my dad walk again.
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My dad retired a second time, this time as an electrician. In retirement is where he found his true calling.
My grandmother’s perseverance through an event as difficult as losing her husband inspires me to support and love others the way she did.
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