My grandmother was a tough lady.
At just under 4'9" feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and didn't know to move out of her way.
Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, crisscrossing over her thin, frail fingers.
I remember holding her hands as a child, how delicate and soft they seemed and yet that never made them seem any less worn or sturdy.
Her hands told stories of different times, of different world and hardships.
She had grown up world away from me, at a different time, in an era and a life that I would never know.
My Grandmother was born September 1, 1886.
So today is her Birthday! 🎂
She was a strong woman living through two World Wars, loss of infant daughter, a husband and two sons in her lifetime.
As the years past she was blessed and cursed with living a long life of 91 years. She was no longer able to do the things that she loved, the things that made her who she was.
I spent many days visiting her over the years with my parents but had little time with her individually.
She was a woman that felt children were to be seen but not heard.
Only on one occasion do I remember spending the best moments as her granddaughter.
My parents left me alone with her while they attended a funeral. I would always beg to get down the family photos from their above closet residence.
I was overjoyed when she gave me permission to get them and then even took the next two hours telling me stories about each one. Those minutes meant the world to me and I still remember them as if it was yesterday.
I respect her strength and courage through a world of obstacles and change.
I wish her Happiness and Birthday Blessings in her Heavenly World today!
Nana
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