GMa

This beautiful woman (my GMa)...picture taken in Dec 2011. We are standing in front of a poinsettia that my Grandpa gave her weeks before he passed.

Anyway, I wanted to talk about her with you.
She is 92.
85% deaf 15% selective hearing.
Married for 60+ years.
Mother of 7.
Grandmother of 24.
Great-grandmother of 45+.
Mind as sharp as a pistol.
Stands about 4'11...used to be 5'1 (Grandpa was 6'1).
Silver curly hair.
Tiny hands.
Tiny, swelled up feet - look like sausages. Ticklish if you touch them without her knowing.

For the past several years (almost 11) we've developed a kinship that can't be describe in many words. I'll try to use a few - laughter, genuine, heartfelt, cosmic, heavenly, and delightful.

Recently, she has been phoning me randomly to share thoughts of encouragement and wisdom. Typically we speak every Tuesday night. When I lived with her Tuesday nights were are "date night". Yesterday, I was driving and she called; earlier than normal. She wanted to tell me I was going to be fine and patience is a long suffering attribute.

She told me about how she wanted Grandpa to take her to the LDS Temple, she had been asking for years. Finally one day it stopped. She just left it alone. Then one day he did...well 27 years later, it happened. We laughed, she said that probably wasn't a good story about being patient but it was a big one to her.

At the end of our call she told me to stay strong and to know that she loves me and all will work out.

Tears...I love this woman. There will be a day I will miss our phone calls.

I am not a patient woman when it comes to things I can't control. I am discovering that for years I have controlled it all and now floating in an ocean that I have no idea where the shore is going to be. I am "learning" to let things go that I cannot control...it's painful.