I realized today if
my grandmother were still alive, she
would see her ninety-first birthday this coming Monday.
This gave me cause to pause and reflect, about
what she represents to me today, seven years after her death.
Through her ten year long struggle with
Leukemia, she remained vital, always propelling forward, never looking back.
“Tiny, but mighty,” I used to say.
She
never quit, never gave up.
Today,
remembering her life gives me strength on tough days and her example keeps me
in good stead.
So on Monday, I’ll stop
and pause to thank the woman who meant so much in life, and in death as well.
She remains a guiding beacon and always will
as long as I live.
Happy Birthday, Gram!
