We
called her, “Little Granny”, although I’m not sure that name fit her. She
came to this country from Poland to get married…and she did. Michael was
his name and he too was from Poland; only he had come to this country 20
years earlier.
They were a happy couple on the whole and one did not know who wore the
pants in the family. They both had tempers and yet, Little Granny always
ended up the victor. Secretly, I think Grandpa let her win…it made life
easier for everyone.
Little Granny took care of the family and household and many times could
be found in the fields helping Grandpa. It was a hard and grueling
life…and yet, they were grateful for the opportunity to own land in such a
fine country called America.
Then one day Little Granny took to her death bed. The old country doctor
came to the house that afternoon (yes, they did that way back when) and
gave us no hope. We were devastated and prepared for the worst.
A knock came at the door and in walked Viola, grannies best friend and
neighbor. She was a stout lady, tall and strong and weather-worn. Viola
had grown up on a farm all her life and the hard work made her healthy,
crusty and very opinionated.
Viola immediately got busy and took over our kitchen and the whole house.
She was going to see to it that little granny did not die that
night…despite the doctor’s prediction.
In the end, she chased us out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind us.
We heard not another word the rest of the night.
Come morning we were shocked when Little Granny emerged from the bedroom
looking extremely healthy and spry. We all were so excited, as we gathered
around her; however, we noticed that Viola was not present and when we
questioned her, her face became sad.
Viola has passed on and is now with the angels. All night I kept hearing
them calling me and yet, Viola kept insisting that I not leave. She then
pleaded with the angels to take her instead…that is what happened.
We never spoke of that day again; however, I am forever grateful for the
woman named Viola. Her unconditional love, and willingness to sacrifice
herself for another, is an example for all of us to follow. Thank you
Viola.
You may think I made this story up and I assure you, it is true, for
Little Granny was indeed, my grandmother.
The point of this story is that there are miracles every day, and true
unconditional love which has no thought for self. Little Granny remained
healthy for many years to come…all because of one selfless act from a
friend called, Viola.
My best to you my friends, many blessings,
In Love & Light,
Michelene
PS I’m really not that old; the story is my mother’s who lived it as a
child.
Michelene K Bell is a freelance writer, editor and publisher of
In Light Times. She enjoys good conversations with friends, loves great
food, going to the movies, traveling, playing games and just having fun.
www.InLightimes.com.
