Kindness Challenge - Week 4
Created by Niki Meadows
#RevOfKindness @NikiMeadowsWA
My Role Model for Kindness
My dearest grandma Emma,
Today, I’m
writing to tell you something I never told you: You were my "role model for kindness." Yes, you loved me, unconditionally, but we shared more than a hereditary link. We shared a spiritual connection, a bond that
cannot be broken.
When I
think of you, I think of roses, gently tended to by your hard-working hands. Remember the honey bee that stung
you? You let out a yelp, and I frowned up at you. "Why did it do that, Gramma?" Smiling, you allayed my fears. “The little bee said ‘look out, here I come,’ but I didn’t get out of the way.” That made me giggle, but it also taught me a
valuable lesson about life and forgiveness.
You were a quiet, thoughtful woman, who never spoke ill of others. Faith shone through your light blue eyes, along with a glint of merriment. You lost your firstborn, your only son, while your husband had gone to America in search of a better life. Three years passed before you could join Grandpa in the United States, but your grief and your struggles never made you bitter.
I carry
your stories in my heart: Your voyage from Austria to America with two young daughters; the terrible seasickness you endured. The hardships of an immigrant family living
in Chicago. You learned to speak
English, became a citizen, and cleaned office buildings in order to survive The Great Depression. From you, I learned the meaning of courage
and perseverance. Your strong, silent
message prevailed: Never lose hope.
You did needlepoint beautifully, a testament to your patience. You baked apple pies with a dash of cinnamon and a lot of love. We cooked together in your favorite style: a pinch of this; a pinch of that. You taught me to polka, to speak German, and to sing in your native language. You always helped your family, lending a hand well into your upper years.
Although
Grandpa could be difficult at times, you stayed by his side for six decades. I was with you when he drew his last breath,
and with you when you drew yours. The
morning your soul called to mine, and I rushed to the hospital, remains a bittersweet
memory. I held your hand and we sang,
“Du, Du, Liegst Mir Im Herzen…” You, you,
lie in my heart. A part of me went
with you that day, but you left behind a kinder, more caring person.
Kindness & Patience go hand in hand, Grammy. You taught me everything I need to know about both--instilled in me a sense of compassion.
Thank you, I love you, and I'll see you in your rose garden...
Thank you, I love you, and I'll see you in your rose garden...
Who was your "role model for kindness," and why?
I think we are all better grandparents than we are parents. Grandparents don't have the 24/7 job that parents do, so the relationship is different and special. This was such a sweet story about a sweet grandma. What a blessing to have her in our lives well into adulthood.
ReplyDeleteReader53, you're obviously a relative. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my post. We'd be hard-pressed to find someone sweeter than "Grandma." She loved her family and always put us first. Hugs. :)
DeleteThis is really beautiful. I envy anyone who is lucky enough to have fond memories of a loving, kind grandmother. (I don't think they make them like they used to.)
ReplyDeleteI treasure my memories of my grandmother. She meant more to me than simple words can ever express. Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Carole. :)
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