The first thing I thought of to do in my new gratitude and worship resolution was to write a letter to each of my Grandmothers telling them how much they mean to me and how their presence in my life has made a difference in many magnificant ways.
Recently, both of my Grandmothers have seen testing times. As I watch as they get older, their hearts physically seem to be failing and their memories are fading as well. Before the sun sets on their lifetimes I wanted to seize the opportunity to let them, and you, know that they are amazing women and I am who I am because of their love.
As I was thinking about family, I wondered how many of us just discard some members when they are of no use to us. Not that we "use" them in the first place, but I know how it is to get older and busier and suddenly disconnected in ways you vowed to never be. It's just something to think about.
Who says we can only spend time in person? Letter writing is amazing...even better: letter writing by candlelight! (The photo is a little grainy because the power went out as I was writing, which was fine by me.) An envelope with pages contains so many words that are promises, dreams, memories and secrets. It's instantly more special than any email could ever be because it carries so much with it. Mine bore tears, the scent of a burning candle and the touch of my kitchen countertops.
Lesson learned today...don't assume they know, tell them.
2 letters, first day, happy.
Love, BC
2 comments:
I think you did an awesome thing. I recently lost my grandmother to Alzheimers and knowing that I will never be able to eat her outstanding food or baking, chat to her or even smell her perfume anymore breaks my heart. I wish that there had been more time in my current consciousness of life to tell her how much she meant to me or to take back all the years or adolescent disregard - but there isn't. So, just know that not only are you brightening their lives, but you are also confirming your appreciation of them to yourself. Regret always comes too late.
Loved your comment, Cara. It made me tear up. I still regret that I didn't seize so many opportunities that were always there. One of my Grandmothers cannot even speak anymore so...it's tough, but it makes you appreciate beautiful life.
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