My grandmother was my best friend. She taught me so much about living, laughing, and loving. She has been gone now for many, many years, but I’ve never forgotten the lessons I learned in her presence. Thanks to an idea from Paula Bourque’s book “Spark!,” I feel compelled to write a letter of thanks to the dear lady who impacted my life in so many ways.
Where should I begin? There are so many ways in which you enriched my life. When I was growing up, you were the one who always knew exactly what to say and do when I was having an off day. You taught me how to make a toy from a button and a string. You showed me how to handle grumpy people (er…um…Grandpa) with a smile. I learned how to sew by watching you and inherited your interest in crochet. I used to love reading and rereading the handwritten cards and letters of all of the people with whom you corresponded. The stories you would tell about those cards and letters were as fascinating as the letters themselves. Oh, and I cannot forget the button box! That tin contained more buttons than I’ve ever seen in one place! They were all sizes, shapes, and colors. I could entertain myself for what seemed like hours just running my fingers through the buttons, building button towers, and listening to you talk about the really interesting buttons. Most importantly, Grandma, you planted a seed of faith in my young heart. You gave me my first Bible which I still have over 45 years later. You took me to church and showed me what it looks like to live a life of faith, hope, and love. For that and the many other ways you blessed my life, I thank you. I am a grandmother now, and I hope I bless my grandchildren the way that you blessed me.