Lessons Learned From Grandma
There may be debaters on this, but I have to say that I have the greatest Grandma. I have learned many of life's lessons from my Grandma.
Maggie and I just recently had the opportunity to fly to the United States from our home here in Puerto Rico. The main goal is the adoption of my Grandson, Elijah. During our two week trip, we met my Mother in Hannibal, Missouri. She lives in Nebraska.The topic was brought up that Mom was going to my cousin's High School graduation in Davenport, Iowa that weekend. It was determined that many family members would be there. These were family members I hadn't seen in years, including my Grandma Hazel who is in her mid 90's.
"How far from St Louis is Davenport," Maggie asked. I explained to her and she said, "lets go!" We decided to surprise Grandma and that Sunday, we drove all the way to Davenport. Grandma was so shocked when Maggie and I walked around the corner of my Aunt and Uncle's house. Here are some of the photographs taken on our extravaganza to Davenport, Iowa.
Keep scrolling down after and I will tell you some of my memories of Grandma.
Grandma and Life
Grandma always had me by her side when she could. She taught me that hard work is the answer to success. She always worked very hard.
Grandma faced many hardships. My Grandpa and Grandma were a farm couple in Northwestern Iowa. Grandpa died at a young age leaving Grandma with a farm to manage. They did have many children. My uncles picked up much of the slack, but one was drafted to Vietnam.
Grandma was loving and cared about all her family. No one ever was hungry when Grandma was around. She would butcher a chicken and then clean and cook it if need be.
Grandma faced many obstacles that taught me how to face life's curve-balls. I remember when my Uncle Doug was killed in a freak accident on a Bobcat skid-loader. He was doing farm chores and hit his head. This hurt Grandma, but she stood strong. Not many years later, Grandma's youngest child, my Aunt Debby, was killed when she was on the back of a motorcycle with her husband of only about 1 month when the bike slipped on loose gravel. Another head injury claimed Grandma's youngest child. I probably would have given up on life at that point, but not Grandma.
Grandma knew that all of them were now with Jesus, and she knew that her place was still here on Earth. I praise God for Grandma, because it was remembering her ways that helped me deal with the deaths that have occurred in my households.
A Blessed Woman
My Grandma Hazel is a Saint.
I proclaim it and it is so.
Grandma's maiden name was Happy, and when I speak and think of Grandma, Happy fits. She brings happiness to my heart anytime I think of her.
Grandma, I really don't know if you will read this, but if you do, I must say:
I Love You! You Are The Best Grandma A Person Could Ever Have.
© G.L. Boudonck
© 2013 Greg Boudonck