Love That Gran

Late 2017 I wrote a blog entitled, Gumption Filled Gran that describes the tenacious, fearless account of a woman who may not be a blood relative, but calls me her granddaughter all the same.  I soaked in her wisdom and appreciated her subtle brilliant sense of humour with each visit and always left our tete-a-tetes challenged and inspired. 

I would often find her sitting surrounded by a pile of crocheted squares waiting to become a blanket, multiple genre’s of books and crossword puzzles that were way beyond my skill set. Always the fashion statement, Gran sported brightly coloured scarfs tied perfectly on her head and rocked bold prints, never discriminating between leopard, floral or wild random patterns. Our chats often made her late for dinner but she was bursting with life stories and we would both be reluctant to end our conversation. I love that she knew the importance of fine china for a real cup of tea and could see beauty in the most unsuspecting of places taking nothing for granted.

Passion was a serious subject for Gran, as she began her love affair with watercolour painting at the ripe young age of 62 and inspiration never stopped flowing from her paint brushes.  Every time I think I’m too old for something or simply just don’t have the energy, I can feel her stare me down and I see the number 62 flashing before my eyes. She has stripped me of any excuse I could ever muster up to dodge a challenge, avoid change or sidestep possibility.  The only option as far as this savvy, astute Granny was concerned is to jump when opportunity presents itself and tackle a challenge with guts and guile; and if you have people in your life who don’t support you during your leaps, her solution was simple, get new people.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never suppress a smile when Gran rolled her eyes if the topic of fear came up; she had no patience for it. After all, she felt if she wasn’t uncomfortable she wasn’t growing. She was living proof that everything indeed is figure-out-able. 

My darling Gran has now joined the entourage of angels I’m blessed to have looking out for me. I’m grateful for each heart filled conversation, every nugget of wisdom, and her rich unforgettable stories.  Thank you Gran for sharing your heart and teaching me what is means to live strong.

One of the hundreds of watercolours painted by my brilliant Gran (the photograph doesn’t do it justice). It is aptly titled,  Love That Red.

One of the hundreds of watercolours painted by my brilliant Gran (the photograph doesn’t do it justice). It is aptly titled, Love That Red.