I was overwhelmed with love for a stranger sitting next to my table. I felt the urge to hug him But of course, I didn’t, so as not to alarm him. He reminded me of my grandfather who I’ve never seen. I silently sent my love to both my grandfathers. It is because of who they were that we are who we are. And it is because of who we are that people around us are. All the more important I turn up more as myself. As I am.
We’re never only just ourselves though, isn't it? We are the amalgamation of so much love and energy of those before us. Of parents, grandparents, and those before them. Of relatives and friends and teachers and even those we don’t really know.
Relationships are amazing. They teach us who we are and possibly who we can be.
Grandparents’ love is unconditional, selfless. They are so doting, so pampering, so caring. One is fortunate to have enjoyed their love. We need that as children. Play and pampering. Well, we need that always. We receive stories and values that are passed on for generations. We receive their wisdom and experiences. The hard times they went through and the good times…they are a perfect example of the hero’s journey. It is another kind of love. A beautiful thread that binds grandparents and grandchildren. They have gone through so much to give us so much.
We must honor them by doing the same and we do. Take care of our loved ones. We must love them through gratefulness and giving.
We carry our grandparents with us.
I’m wondering what it would be like to adopt grandparents. To experience their inexplicably beautiful, pure love.