She loved me

A couple of nights ago I dreamed about both of my grandmothers. I understand why…well kind of. We’re approaching the one year anniversary of Nana Brown’s passing so that made sense. But I also dreamed about my Grandma Betty. She passed away when I was Evan’s age. I loved her so much and she loved me.

I was a sensitive kid growing up and it didn’t take much to make me cry. I had relatives who took advantage of this and picked on me as a kid. I was sharing this with Elgin and it’s amazing that as a child, you group people into two groups, those who hurt and those who don’t. I have no such memory of Grandma Betty being someone who hurt me. I felt safe around her. She never talked about me, made me feel bad about myself and this is how I knew she loved me. Now there are other relatives who I was glad to not have to interact with once my parents divorced. I forgave them of course but my Grandma Betty still holds a special place in my heart even 20 years later.

I remember the earthquake of ’71 very well. I was very young but I remember the event. I was asleep with my grandma in her bed when the earth shook. I remember waking up, and Grandma Betty threw her arm over me and we rode out the earthquake and went back to sleep. I remember her putting her arms around me and me feeling safe.

I look forward to showing this same kind of love to my own grandchildren one day.

1 Cor 13: 4-7 (NLT) Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.