My Grandmother Ruby has always been one of my hero’s. The way she lived was choice after choice to remain joy filled during sorrowful times, to be kind during stressful times, to always seek out the good and fun in every situation. To be pressed out of your comfort zone to allow growth in character. She never did things for me but would patiently teach me how to do it myself even if she had to show me over and over. She was incredibly patient. She selflessly prioritized family over everything else. She forgave quickly and loved with her whole heart. All of these qualities she passed to my mom and I have the privilege of having the best mom because of it.
My grandmother was adventure, didn’t matter her age or if she was going by herself, she was going! I loved and admired that so much! I’d love to see her pull up in her motorhome and hear about all the new places she stopped at along the way.
Every time I tie a knot in thread I hear her voice instructing me on how to do it. Every time I tuck Ella in to bed with the quilt she made her, it makes me smile. Or the nap mat (one of the last things she made as her eyesight quickly declined) that Ella sleeps on. It’s jagged lines are a picture of determination and love. I know that was a hard project but she figured out how to do it and it’s absolutely perfect to both Ella and I. I am so grateful Ella had 6 years to be loved on my her GiGi and I had so many years.
I’ll miss texting her silly pictures and videos, playing online scrabble, her genuine hugs, taking her shopping for pretty colored shoes, her contagious laugh, all her stories, her incredible wisdom, and I could keep going.
She really was one of a kind and I am so thankful I got to call her Grandma.
