This weekend I am with family, enjoying the privilege we have to relax and take a few days off. Everyone is in a good mood for the most part as you spend time with people you sometimes only get to see once, maybe twice, a year. I can’t help but notice older people these days; both the cute couples holding hands, who you imagine have been together for 50 years, and the man with his cane sitting on a park bench alone. I think about my grandparents and the stories that come with their age. My grandparents are quiet and yet I know there is a tale in there somewhere, waiting to be told. I was sitting next to an older man tonight from my Aunt’s family and couldn’t help but think of everything this one person has been through that has brought him to this day in 2011. He is so dependent on people now and what they offer him physically and emotionally, but at some point he made his own decisions and thought clearly for himself. Aging is a difficult thing for everyone involved. Some people age and become “difficult” to deal with while some mentally leave our world, never to return as we have known them. Then there is the sadness for the people who have parents changing right before their eyes and a swap of the role of caretaker. In any case, it makes you thankful for the people God has allowed you to have, even if they are changed. One day you might not have them at all.
I am thankful for the times I had with my other Grandma before she passed away. I miss her. I was purposefully thankful for her when she was alive, and am thankful for her now. I also remember that God is faithful to her. So comforting to know that my love could never be enough, but His is enough.
