Today, I was able to spend some time with Mrs. Lilly. Just listen to her, hear stories, ideas, dreams and her interacting with my sons. What made me think of my grandmother? It’s simple…..
When I was a small child; my mother divorced my father. My sister Tammy and I were kept by our grandmother each day as mom worked in a factory. What I found to be an awesome link to my past was: looking at Mrs. Lilly and my youngest talking together.
I could feel my grandmother’s’ busy hands touching mine as Mrs. Lilly spoke to Zephyr. The dry, white skin, taunt from years of work --- dirt in her fingernails from the garden, the lines of her hands showing how far she has come in life. How valuable it is for ourselves to be respectful of those who came before us, to listen, learn, and be touched by those hands who love. My life is blessed in so many ways because I have friends who touch me and the lives of my sons.