"You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do you feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" -- Dirty Harry
Today my grandmother, GiGi for great-grandma to the kids, was supposed to come over visit. Unfortunately, due to the rain and a fear of slipping, she decided to stay home. None the less, while pondering luck for the second time this week my thoughts kept coming back to her. She is an amazing woman. She is in her 90s and very spry -- she swims everyday, likes to knit, and just generally gets around wonderfully. Her brain is still sharp and in getting to her know better over the past several years I have discovered she is probably more progressive and down to earth than I had ever realized. On more than one occasion, she has told me how these are the days her and my grandfather had hoped to see -- to be lucky enough to play and hold and love her great children, to see a fourth generation brings her great joy. My grandfather, her husband, over a year ago of Alzheimer's -- a very sad way to shave a loved one pass. Her sister, my Great Aunt, passed not even a year ago, after living for more than a decade with frail health and constant dizziness. Two years ago, my other grandmother, sadly died suddenly not long after moving to this state to be near her great-grandchildren. So, I suppose, I hope to be as lucky as my grandmother -- to live to a ripe old age, to be healthy in mind, body and spirit at that old age, and to be near my grandchildren so that I too can enjoy the generations yet to come.
Twitterings: Since GiGi wasn't able to visit, I have used a generational photo from this summer. She loves taking these photos! I, of course, am behind the camera...hopefully I'll get a more recent shot when I see her next week.
Today my grandmother, GiGi for great-grandma to the kids, was supposed to come over visit. Unfortunately, due to the rain and a fear of slipping, she decided to stay home. None the less, while pondering luck for the second time this week my thoughts kept coming back to her. She is an amazing woman. She is in her 90s and very spry -- she swims everyday, likes to knit, and just generally gets around wonderfully. Her brain is still sharp and in getting to her know better over the past several years I have discovered she is probably more progressive and down to earth than I had ever realized. On more than one occasion, she has told me how these are the days her and my grandfather had hoped to see -- to be lucky enough to play and hold and love her great children, to see a fourth generation brings her great joy. My grandfather, her husband, over a year ago of Alzheimer's -- a very sad way to shave a loved one pass. Her sister, my Great Aunt, passed not even a year ago, after living for more than a decade with frail health and constant dizziness. Two years ago, my other grandmother, sadly died suddenly not long after moving to this state to be near her great-grandchildren. So, I suppose, I hope to be as lucky as my grandmother -- to live to a ripe old age, to be healthy in mind, body and spirit at that old age, and to be near my grandchildren so that I too can enjoy the generations yet to come.Twitterings: Since GiGi wasn't able to visit, I have used a generational photo from this summer. She loves taking these photos! I, of course, am behind the camera...hopefully I'll get a more recent shot when I see her next week.
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