NEW CASTLE —
As I got older, she was there as turmoil erupted at my home, and my parents and I did not see eye-to-eye. She drove all the way across town to pick me up from school and drop me off in the mornings. She was there to protect me and serve her family. Though she may not have agreed with me, she never showed any outward expression of disapproval. She was simply compassionate, caring, and giving at all times.
I have always been a big dreamer with grand ideas of how to affect the world. Grandma was always there supporting my dreams. She was at my high school and college graduations, bearing overly generous gifts. She came to every church musical and school play and even my rinky-dink art shows.
She is the last blood-related grandparent I have left, and I feel I have forsaken my duties as a grandson. I have been lax in my responsibilities. I should be at her house helping out, mowing the grass, raking the leaves, taking out the trash, and adding salt to the water conditioner. But, my life has gotten in the way. Work, house upkeep, and my wife and child have taken over those moments of my life.
She only lives a handful of miles away, yet I still can never find the time to visit. I feel bad and think of heading out to see her often, but something always seems to get in the way or commandeers my time. I wish I had another 40 years to repay her for all the kind things she has done for me and is now doing for my daughter.
Grandma Jo, you have been a wonderful grandmother to me, and I am so very thankful that I have had the honor of being your grandson. Thank you!