It was the last thing that my grandma said to me before she died.
I think that she knew that she wouldn’t be around anymore to give me those pep talks, so she wrote me a letter:
“When things seem difficult, remember to solve each problem one at a time…to stick to your goals, no matter what happens, and go after your dreams…keep your attention focused on the future…Always look for the bright side of things and smile even when you just want to cry.”
“Always think of those you love and know that they love you too and no matter how difficult it may seem, you have the ability to make things better.”
Then she signed it:
“God loves and He will take care of you.
I love you very very much.
Stay as sweet as you are.
Yesterday Gussie found this letter that my grandma wrote to me. I had it tucked away in a drawer, and she read it. I could see it in her eyes that she took those words and claimed them for herself.
Gussie is learning how to deal with mean spiritedness at school — typical “mean girl” stuff, and a very big deal when you are eleven. I know that “mean girl” stuff is nothing new; that it has existed probably since the beginning of time.
What’s nice about the love of a grandma is that –
it transcends the boundaries of time.
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