I was barely 12 years old when my grandmother died in 1971. She was 63. It’s Christmas morning and I began to wonder about my life, family events, and my mannerisms that are passed on to me from other family members. I wonder, who am I most like.
My mother, who at age 81, has many similarities, but mostly I resemble my grandmother. For years my mother would say, how my hair color, having a reddish tint was something inherited from my grandmother. Aside from that, I look nothing like her. I do know that like my grandmother, I love coffee. I drink it daily and unlike my mother. There are other similarities to my grandmother. And notably there are vast differences from my mother.
In school, I excelled at physical activities–While I looked forward to gym class, my mother was too sickly to participate. I became involved in any extra curriculum course that utilized my energy and spunk. Like grandmom, I was always ready to go…I drive fast like her too. My mother, on the other hand, learned to drive, but didn’t. She, instead, had patience to wait until she is offered a ride.
Patience is something I have very little of…
The point I’m making is perhaps people die before we think they should because our Saviour created us just so our loved ones live in us. And no one can have more than one persona.
I’ve invited several friends and of course my mother and nephew to celebrate Christmas Day at my home. When I began setting my table for guests and did some other chores, I thought about the significance of this day and remembered the few Christmas mornings I shared with my grandmother. When she died the family unity died too. But her life and the legacy of her remains in me.
theeroxanne 