| Kismet ( @ 2007-09-18 15:11:00 |
I have one remaining grandparent, a well-lived and sassy woman who just turned 80 years old last week. I am so grateful to have her alive and well that it goes beyond words. I know she's been having a hard time lately, though, since her husband died earlier this year. Her social security's been cut, she's too old to really work much, and she's had to move out of the place they used to live in. I know she worries and I feel bad that none of her descendants are able or willing to take her in. One of my uncles helps her a lot, for which I'm glad, but it's not like my family is rich. It makes me feel bad but she outright says that she knows we can't host her; she doesn't try to make anyone feel guilty.
I was forcibly reminded of her, though, while reading this story, a Church Mouse, for my newest class at school. While I'd read something by the author before, I'd never seen this story. It's a good one, and I actually enjoyed reading it. It's also poignant - I think I might add it to the stories I think of around Christmas. I'm going to print it out and send it to my grandmother, who likes to read. I just wish I could share more with her than words and intangible things like love.
I was forcibly reminded of her, though, while reading this story, a Church Mouse, for my newest class at school. While I'd read something by the author before, I'd never seen this story. It's a good one, and I actually enjoyed reading it. It's also poignant - I think I might add it to the stories I think of around Christmas. I'm going to print it out and send it to my grandmother, who likes to read. I just wish I could share more with her than words and intangible things like love.