I love my grandparents. I don’t think everyone can say that, either because they have passed away or they have not taken the time to really get to know them. I have been blessed to have been raised with a very close relationship with both my Grandma and Grandpa. Because my mother was on her own she relied heavily on her parents. They have always been there for her and for us. Although my Grandfather has taken a bit more of an old school approach to how he grandparents, he has been the only constant male figure in my life. He actually walked me down the aisle at my wedding. I am thankful for the role that he has played in my life. He has showed me how to be generous, forgiving, and strong… I think some of my stubbornness comes from him too though!
My Grandmother is one of the most beautiful women I know, inside and out. She is compassionate, authentic, humble, forgiving, hilarious (in a cute, naive, grandma-talking-about-sex kind of way), very loving and caring. Through all my struggles with religion and a relationship with God, I knew God was real, in part, because of her relationship with Him. When she prays, God listens. I’m not sure that I typically believe in a theology where God “answers” prayers. I think it can too easily lead to a belief that “good” Christians get a “yes” answer and “bad” Christians who don’t pray hard enough get “no” answers. But, Grandma gets results every time and I’m not exaggerating.
I have been noticing for some time that they are getting older. Obviously, as time passes this happens but with recent events I am now coming to the realization that they may not be with us much longer. My Grandpa’s health, especially, is deteriorating quicker than I was ready for. I took him to an appointment today and ended up breaking down and crying as I was driving away. It is hard to see such a strong, proud man lose his independence. I think it is harder for him to go threw the process though. My grandma worries about him so much too and her worry is starting to take a toll on her own health. It is fortunate that I live within about 8 blocks away from them. I’ve been able to help out with driving them to appointments, going on errands for them and helping to get their groceries. It is hard for them to ask for help though. They don’t call me as often as they could. I try to stop in a few times a week and make sure I am available for them both. It is an honor I never really understood, until now, to be able to help care for two people that have cared for and helped raise me.
I love that they have the opportunity to know their great-granddaughter. Grandma’s face, literally, lights up at the mere mention of Livi. I don’t know if Livi will remember them very well but I hope she knows what an impact they have had and continue to have on my life.
Four generations of Schmidt women. I am so blessed to be a part of this family.
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one thing that killed me leaving Canada was having to say goodbye to my Grandma. I keep [selfishly] praying that she'll still be here when we have our first child. You are so lucky that you can take Livi to see your Grandparents, and so lucky that they are both lovely people.
It's so nice to read about your relationship with your grandparents; I am so jealous! Mine has been a bit of a rocky one, and they also live out of province which doesn't help. Yes they are a blessing to you, but you are a blessing to them too! That's so great that you can be there for them when they really need you.