Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Thinking of my roots
This is one of my favorites of the photos I received. I knew my grandfather. I don't have many memories of him as I was three when he died. I remember being tricked into taking a nap and then he and Michaela would sneak off while I napped. My grandmother, on the other hand, took care of us during the summer vacations for a couple of weeks. She let me drink coffee in a blue cup when I was a kid and made the best spaghetti.
She walked, daily, and led a peaceful life. Always helping with church functions, attending service and writing her grandkids and I'm sure, children. Faithfully, on my birthday and at christmas, I would receive a card and a cash gift. She was honest, frugal and kind. Her example of living inspired me to always take care of myself as she did. I try to not live outside of my means and for the most part, I do. Sometimes, I am extravagant and impulsive. However, I always know, that I am responsible for myself. Asking my parents for a loan is out of the question and it is not a possible solution. I am capable and expected to take care of myself.
When I was a kid, sure, I didn't understand why all of my friends received allowance and I did not. Now, I am grateful for my upbringing, my parents and my roots.
Cheers and enjoy your start to 2013~