My Grandma is 95 years old and still lives happily and independently at home. She’s taken great care of herself throughout her life, never having smoked or drank. I admire her for so many reasons.
She finds joy in the little things, like sipping tea and staying informed while sitting in her recliner. But what she loves most is reading. I remember a time when she ran out of books and read the Bible three times—bless her heart.
Every Saturday, I drive 70 kilometers to spend the day with her. I bring my mom, who plays the piano, and my three kids, who fill the house with energy, running around and bouncing balls in the driveway. Grandma says the house comes alive on Saturdays, and she laughs joyfully as I rush to get chores done, like making her bed and preparing lunches.
Every few weeks, I defrost her freezer while the kids play in the yard. I give them little tasks, like taking out the bins or bringing Grandma tea, and we often visit the local beach to burn off energy. Grandma loves swimming, and the kids always give her big hugs before leaving.
Each month, she eagerly awaits a delivery from the library, and I also bring her extra books, often “Pay It Forward” titles that make her smile. Sometimes, when I can’t find enough books, I buy a couple and tell her they were a gift. Grandma has always been wise with money and raised three children alone, just like I am trying to do.
I’ve learned so much from her, and I strive to show her that I’m also being careful. It feels wonderful to do something kind and see her smile. Helping her is my greatest privilege, and while she says she would be lost without me, the truth is I would be lost without her.
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