I have one grandparent still alive.
She turns 101 today.
We spent 4 years apart because I had to walk away. The year she turned 100, we reconnected again.
I saw her 2-3 times before I moved across the country. She never doubted me, always believed in me, consistently loved me even if she couldn’t protect me.
Hard choices all around. Choose one person or the whole family? She chose the whole family, and I think I’m better for it. After all: I got to be part of her, my aunts, my uncles, and my cousins lives then. Still have them now.
So today, I’m feeling gratitude and love. I’m celebrating life. And I’m thanking the universe for both of us still being alive.
My grandmother survived marriage, war, immigration, births, deaths, children, grandchildren, and so much more.
Still, when I saw her today, she smiled and asked if I ate yet. Then told me I’m wearing a pretty hat.
She’s 101 years old. She still wakes up in the morning and goes to bed at night. She uses a walker and watches her favorite TV shows during the day.
I love you Grandma. You inspire me to keep on going, living, enjoying life.
Thanks for reading…