My grand mother from my mother’s side had passed away a few days after I was born, and my grand father a few months after her. From my father’s side they were deceased before I was even born. Not only have I never seen them, but I never felt and enjoyed the relationship with them like most people.
It was sad not knowing them at all and wondering how it could’ve been. But I had to accept the fact, and cherish the stories told by my mom.
Then, I met my husband’s grand mother. A woman full of life, energy and love who was a leader in her time, which was not so common then.
She was fun to be around and I would laugh with her. When I was sitting with her to chat she would take my hand into hers firmly. It felt like she loved me so much that she didn’t want to let me go. She showed her love by squeezing my hands and whispering in my ears: “ whoever loves my children I love them even more.” What was deeply touching for me was that I could feel it and knew it was true. She really loved me!
It was then that I felt so cared for and privileged. I felt that feeling of the unique love between grand parent and grand child that I never had experienced before.
In all the few years I had known her she never once did or said anything that could bring me down. She paid attention to all her children and grand children with love. She was fun to be around and she gave me the experience of having a grand mother not by blood but by love.
She was my grand mother too.
I will love her forever for the love she gave me.