Friday, April 14, 2023
My Grandmother
When I sit here to try to capture words on paper of memories of my grandmother, there are flooding amounts of lessons learned and stories to tell. She was always present, my foundation, a safe place, consistently cheering me on and reminding me to push boundaries, be bold and brave make new waves, forge new paths learn from our history and carve out a new future. She would guide me in her own way through book. I could always remember a book in her hand and reading, absorbing words off pages, diving into worlds and lives of others. My strongest memory is my shared loved of books with her. We would read them together, share our thoughts, passion, and sometimes read them again, again together. Every time I pick up a book or wonder into a book store I will always remember her love of reading and see her sitting with coffee and a book in her hand.
“The world was hers for the reading.” — Betty Smith
