Remembering with Gratitude

I woke up today to a text informing me that my Grandmother passed away this morning. It floored me. everyone knew it would happen soon, but I still couldn't believe it. She was born in 1913. She died at 96. That is 2.75ish of my life times. I look back over the years and I can't help but think of how this woman influenced my life, or should have. I remember my Granny (as my kid sis calls her) being the very definition of humility. She almost seemed incapable of anger. Don't get me wrong she could get very frustrated and when she did she had this scowl that I can see if I close my eyes. Most importantly, she marked the lives of everyone she came in contact with. I just got a message on facebook from someone I went to high school with 16 years ago. He told me he remembered my grandmother coming to speak to our history class. My circumstances maybe a little different, but how many things do you remember that involve you being in class. I don't remember anything outside of drama, communication skills and art. I grew up with a woman who was friends with both Eleanor Roosevelt and Troy Aikman. A woman who could say "please", "thank you" and "you're welcome" in almost all languages. She was born in this country and then locked away in an internment camp and the only thing bitter about her was some of the foods she ate. She was truly a testament to America and finding the American Dream.

The quote I am going to end with tonight is one from my G-Ma. This quote reminds me that now matter what the situation I should try to always see and hope for the goodness of people. 'Nite Y'all.

 

 

"War is what I'm mad at. People have been wonderful."

Satoye Ruth Hashimoto