I’m not sure why, but whenever I’ve missed my grandma I always picture her hands.  I’ve always thought there was something poetic about them.  How those knobby, speckled, arthritic things could move with such grace.  The soft, paper-thin skin stretched over bone that could deliver such comfort.  They seemed to be the medium from which she poured so much inspiration, teachings, and love into me.  She passed on so much through those hands; I know I won’t get by long without being reminded of her in some way.  The sugar cookies we used to bake together will taste like her.  Crocheted yarn will feel like her. Dusty barns and horses will smell like her.  And for a long time, I know I will hear her voice when I see a picture of her, I hope I always do.


My grandma was the type of person that made friends and had admirers everywhere she went. It was absolutely impossible not to admire and love her. She was stubborn, strong-willed, and accomplished whatever she set out to do without looking back, and I thoroughly believe that her kindness is the type of kindness that could change the world, because she wasn’t prideful and she rarely thought of only herself. She inspired me and gave me the strength to push the limits of my comfort zone. She always gave me gentle nudges towards accepting and embracing my own uniqueness and her unconditional love laid the bricks of my foundation.


Never judgmental of others or speaking unkindly, she didn’t know how to be heartless; wasn’t capable of it. She shared her insightful wisdom without hesitation and in such a way that reassured yet conveyed her thoughts. It seems to me now, that she was the perfect balance of strength and gentleness.


When I think about all the wondrous ways she impacted my life and apply that to how she could have touched the lives of everyone else the product is mind blowing.  My Grandma will live on in the hearts, minds, and teachings of all whom she has mentored and taught. She will forever inspire in me compassion where there is need of it, forgiveness where there has been hurt, and an empathetic ear to understand and comfort.

By Angilese



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Comment by Lunchlady on August 13, 2012 at 2:28pm

I want to be this kind of Grandma, what a wonderful remembering...

Comment by anna1liese on August 13, 2012 at 3:24pm

To have been the one to have inspired such love ...

To be the one who has received such love and is able now to share it so beautifully ...

Angilese's grandmother will ... forever inspire us all ...

Comment by Jenny on August 13, 2012 at 4:41pm

Thank you lunchlady and anna.

Lunchlady, you are a wise woman, I think you may have inspired more folks than you know. My mom really had no idea her impact, that is one of the traits that shows true grace in my mind. 

To leave a legacy of love should be our goal, what a world we would create!

Comment by Safe Bet's Amy on August 14, 2012 at 11:09am

Lucky girl.  I'm glad my kids NEVER had to meet their grandma.  I would have dearly loved them to have met MY Nona, though (she was anything but "non-judgmental", but STILL great).


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