On a recent trip home I visited my elderly grandmother at her current residence in a home care center for immobile seniors. As a child, I always loved to sit and listen to my grandmother tell stories about her childhood and growing up in British Guyana.
In the last few months as she’s been unwell it’s been difficult to see the woman that I’ve always seen as strong and formidable, hurting, and slowly becoming less of the woman that helped to raise me.
On the day I recently visited, she was alert, full of smiles, and being quite humorous. My granny has always been a woman full of laughs. She was chatty, and overflowing with stories about her past loves; so I listened intently. I learned about crushes she had on childhood friends, some of which she even stayed in touch with as an adult.
With each story, I learned more about the woman my grandmother was, and emotionally, I learned more than she said. My lesson for that afternoon on a warm day in May was simple. No matter how old we get, no matter how far away we are from a certain moment in time; love always brings us back. Love is the tie that not only binds, but connects, uplifts, and creates.