My grandmother joined us on this weekend trip and it's so precious to have her. At 80, she is lucid and mobile. Every year i wonder if it's the last time i'll see her. She strikes such a chord in my heart because she was my primary care giver my first year of life.
She just lost her maid of 12 years so i spent most of my time listening to her tell me how much she misses her, how the new maid falls so short and i am tickled again at the culture of maids in this country.
She listened to me rant and rave about my marriage, my in-laws and my despise of rich people -- the latter of which she secretly shares with me but refuses to admit. She quotes me scripture and coaxes me to "close one eye".
My professor is right, there are somethings you would only heed from the mouth of 80 year olds.
But it's so lovely to see her with the kids, to spend this weekend with her and to enjoy the later years of her life.
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