My grandma passed away recently. She was a quiet, unassuming woman who lived a quiet, unassuming life, but she meant the world to me.
When many people die, it is as if they were suddenly saints, no matter what sort of person they were in life. But not grandma. This isn’t to say she didn’t have flaws, she was human after all.
She was my rock, my port in the storm, my true north. If I ever got lost all I had to do was look to grandma and I could get right again.
And she did all of that with few words. She showed me more than told me. She showed me how to live in strength through terrible heartache, although I am not convinced I would be able to endure what she endured. She showed me what unconditional love could be. I believe it is thanks to her that I am able to love my kids the way I do because, other than her and mom, I didn’t really have much in the way of role models there. She showed me so much more than I can express here.
I miss her. I always will.
She deserves to be remembered. She deserves recognition.
All she gets are these weak words because I can’t find any strong enough to say what I think she deserves said.
Even “I loved her with everything I have,” isn’t strong enough.
But it will have to do…