A Study In Courage
Normally when you think of courage, it brings up images of a soldier braving enemy fire to get his buddy, the firefighter rushing into a flaming building to save people he doesn’t know or the cop entering an active shooter situation.
But their is courage in other forms, a quiet courage for one. When my fiancee’s grandma fell really ill, the doctors said theirs no hope. They sent her home, and instead of wilting her daughter and the rest of the kids stepped up and took care of her. One moved from her home into Grandma’s to make sure she was taken care of.
This lasted for months, a lot longer than the doctors thought. Never once did I see anyone break down, until she passed last week. An admirable courage on the part of those who put there lives aside to make Grandma comfortable and cared for. A enduring courage from Grandma to take it a day at a time until the body was no longer willing, but I don’t have a doubt the spirit was.
She got a fitting send-off Saturday, at the head of the funeral procession wasn’t a cop car, but a group of bikers. Kind of fitting for a woman who lived life to the fullest. Something we all should do.
In Memory of Grandma Jean
A few years back
There was a stranger amidst you
A young man looking for love
Sitting at a birthday party with a red-haired beauty
Shy, and a bit withdrawn
He was welcomed with literal open arms
A kind lady gave him a hug
And made him feel loved
As the years passed
The young man was unofficially adopted
Enjoying the time with the woman he unhesitatingly calls “Grandma”
Who accepted him from the start
The woman with a big heart
Who’s life I am glad I was a part
I’ll miss you and
I love you Grandma Jean