Vera and Me |
A
MOST VALUABLE LESSON LEARNED
My
husband’s paternal grandmother, Vera, was a small, feisty woman.
After she was widowed, she lived for a number of years before her
health caused her to move in with her twin sister, Era—but she was
known to the family as Aunt Pete (still not sure why). But for most
of the years I knew her, Vera lived in her own home by herself.
I
would like to share my strongest memory of this woman and the lesson
I learned that helps me today:
I
met my husband’s grandmother at our wedding, but like many brides,
there was so much going on that I didn’t make great connections
with family members I had never met and who came from out-of-town (we
lived in New Mexico and Vera lived in central Texas). So the first
time I truly visited with her was when we went to her house. The
first morning we were there and while my husband was getting dressed,
I went into her kitchen as Grandmother (my husband’s name for her)
was fixing breakfast. After greeting each other, she turned back to
the stove. I noticed that the dress she was wearing hadn’t been
zipped up the back up all the way.
I
figured that she couldn’t reach back that far, so I said that I
would help her with her zipper and reached out to do it. She turned
around, looked at me, and said, “No, I’ll do it some way. One
day, I’ll not be able to do things for myself. When that happens,
it’ll be easier to accept help knowing that when I could do things
for myself, I did them.”
She
smiled. I smiled. A few minutes later, my husband walked into the
kitchen, spied the dress not totally zipped up, and reached out to
help. I jerked his arm back and shook my head. We went into the
living room, and I explained what she had told me.
Now,
forty plus years later, I understand much better what Grandmother
meant. I’m older. I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, but I can still do
things for myself. The day may come when I can’t do things for
myself, but at that time, I’ll know that I did all I could while I
could. And that already feels good.
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