This weekend I’m in Minnesota for the celebration of my grandmother’s 100th birthday.
This was an occasion I wasn’t going to miss – after all, how many people get a chance to live to 100?
Just think of what has happened on this planet since 1907 – and she has seen it all.
This morning my family and I visited with her privately before the big official celebration, which will be attended by nearly 200 relatives and friends.
While her senses have dulled with time, her spirit has not. My grandmother has always had a steady and graceful presence each time I have seen her, as befitting the matriarch of a lineage of over 100 (and counting), and this time was no exception.
The added element that stirred me this day was how she was so at peace with herself and the life she had lived.
She told me that she was happy with her life, and if she could do it over again, she wouldn’t.
That got me. Hers was an entirely different life than the one I was experiencing – almost exclusively spent in one place, as a farmer, a laborer, a mother, and a wife. She had never been to Paris, or London, or New York. But no matter. What she had was her unshakable faith and the love of a very tightknit family that never strayed too far away from her – with just a few exceptions (and I’m one of them).
Faith and Love – the most sustainable human resources of them all, and when it’s all said and done, the most important ones. What a valuable lesson at this time of my life, and from the most appropriate teacher.
I left my grandmother’s side happy for her contentment and moved by the simple message she had unknowingly passed along to her grandson – or maybe she did know……………..
I bet she did.
Thanks grandma, and Happy 100th Birthday. Your lesson’s in the blogosphere now – may it take root and live for another 100 years (at least).