Chronicles of Nana

When I was a young girl I remember reading a letter my deceased father had written my mother while serving in WWII. His comment was…”I tend to look on the pessimistic side so that when I am wrong I feel so much better.”

MY NEED FOR MORE GRATITUDE…

I don’t know if such outlooks are inherited or whether I just adopted the same reasoning because I am definitely more Cathy catastrophy than Susan sunshine…I proceed with life with cautious curiosity rather than with Scarlett’s “Oh, I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

Part of what I have become stems from my past…a childhood frettered with doubts and not knowing what the tomorrows might bring. There were good times and bad times, pretty much equal in measurement. But it always seems the bad lasts longer…I have always been told that there must be opposition in all things. Well, there have been times I have said “enough already!”

LIFE MAKES HEROES…

I have come to know a family member who is quite older than I. I know, how can that be?…she has become my teacher. On the outside she is weathered, her deep set wrinkles speak of years of life’s struggles. Her eyes are tired but dance with each day’s sunlight. She is in her nineties and lives alone. She does not complain nearly as much as I do. She speaks of optimism even though her body is wretched with aches and bent bones. Her hands are skinny with life’s passages written upon each age spot. Her journey is ebbing…and I stand all amazed by being able to stand by her side…

I have few heroes…but she is one of them. She is content to endure to the end yet ever looking to the horizon to once again be with her mate. She has literally spent her lifetime serving others and her Church. She has one foot in this life and the asnother in the life to come..perfect balance.

I don’t suppose her life’s journey will be inspiring enough to be written into a great book of literature but it will be silently recorded in a Book of Remembrance for her posterity to know of her.

She is among the many unknown people who come and go with little fanfare or note. So many gentle souls whose spirits still and forever will reside in the hearts of those who must carry-on. Their mark has been placed upon the earth…

I should be so lucky and blessed…