There are things that stay with us. Words that matter and have meaning far beyond the moment they are spoken.
I was always a little intimidated by her quick wit; the ability and forthrightness as she said what was on her mind. In awe of her intelligence. In another sphere she could have been a doctor, lawyer, an author. As a cherished Grandmother and lover of Christmas, her days were full.
She let me know that contrary to what I was taught, it is ok to drink beer from a bottle. It’s ok to sit on the beach with the wind blowing our hair and laugh and drink beer as we sat huddled in down jackets determined to enjoy the frigid day at the beach.
She hugged me tight the last time I saw her and said “…we had a good run, Susie. We had a good run”.
She taught me to look at things I can’t change and be able to say “….we had a good run” while I step into tomorrow.