|Me and Grandma circa a long time ago|
It has been a hard week. But a week spent with me doing a lot of reflecting on my life and where it is going.
You would think that would have been sad right. Nope. Instead I have been filled with a light this week that I can only assume came from her. Her memories. Her watching over me. Corny? Okay, I can live with that.
While she was alive she lived everyday based on an ethical code that was unbendable. My Gram, was the best lady I ever knew. She was emphatic in her beliefs. God was good. Or, I should say, God IS good. Period. She was devout in her faith and never apologized for it.
She believed that all women were made to be unbreakable. There are life lessons, too many for me to share with you today, that I will never forget. She taught me through her actions, not her words. Words, well she taught me to love those too, but wanted me to always understand their power.
Say what you mean and mean what you say. It kind of speaks for itself.
When I told her I had joined the Navy she was numb with shock. Not because she didn't think it was a good idea, but because she never expected it of me. I had never talked about the Navy with her. I never hinted that it was something that I wanted to do. I never eluded to the fact that I worried what would happen to me since college was only an option if I worked two jobs and put myself through school at night.
After I enlisted my grandmother told me that she had wanted to join the Army and become a Wave and the only reason she didn't was because her mother begged her not to. In later years after my service in the Navy was over she would tell me how proud she was and how she wished she had the courage I did when she was younger to follow her dreams. She displayed my service portrait proudly, even after my Navy days.
I had decided originally I was not going to do a post on her and how much I miss her because it seemed wrong somehow. But how can I not? This lady who made such a big impression on me. I wish you all could have known her. There is sadness in her no longer being here, but I still hear her voice in my head when faced with a choice, or when a certain song comes on the radio, and with that, there is always joy.
Tell me about the person in your life who has had that lingering effect on you.