Today is a weird day for me. It is my maternal grandmother's 83rd birthday, and wonderfully, she is still with us. She survived a mastectomy in her 40s, to become blind in her 70s, lose her youngest son to cancer in 2001, and undergo a second mastectomy only last year, followed by a heart attack while recovering from the surgery. I wish her life were easier, but her strength is inspiring.
Today is also the 13th anniversary of the death of my beloved paternal grandfather, who was the most important influence on me growing up. I still think about him every day, and wear his wedding ring, along with that of my other grandmother, his wife, who died 7 years ago. His main legacy to me was my love of books, and the feeling that most things can be attempted, because there is no reason to believe "can't" without having tried.
And of course, there are many others for whom this is a day of mourning. My thoughts are with them,
Today is also the 13th anniversary of the death of my beloved paternal grandfather, who was the most important influence on me growing up. I still think about him every day, and wear his wedding ring, along with that of my other grandmother, his wife, who died 7 years ago. His main legacy to me was my love of books, and the feeling that most things can be attempted, because there is no reason to believe "can't" without having tried.
And of course, there are many others for whom this is a day of mourning. My thoughts are with them,