It’s sad to see or hear an elderly woman cry while expressing that she has no one to love her and care for her because her husband has passed, her children are grown and have moved on and her grandchildren barely make time to visit. It’s especially sad when that older woman is your very own grandmother. My grandmother turned 82 two days ago. I forgot to call her. I forgot to buy her a present. I forgot to stop by and give her a hug and kiss and tell her how much I love her.
How could I be such a horrible granddaughter? SHE called ME on HER birthday and I was too busy to call her back, so I called her a day later and she was very happy to hear my voice. When she reminded me about her birthday, it broke my heart. Her voice of sadness as she spoke about being lonely day and night, brings me stabbing pains to my chest because I could easily remedy her pain by being there. By taking 5 minutes to call her every couple of days or an hour a week to visit her. One simple hour, out of the 168 given to us in one week could make her the happiest woman ever, yet life gets in the way.
Things have got to change. I need to value both of my grandmothers while they are here on earth. While they can recount stories of a time I never knew. While they can give me wisdom I could never read in a book or see on the history channel. I need to be more aware of the beauty and importance that is family. Things have to change and I have to be the catalyst for that change.
Have you spoken to your grandparent(s) lately?
