Tuesday, August 2, 2011
A Heavy Heart
Ruth Pirtle became my grandmother when I was in elementary school.
She and my grandfather were high school sweethearts. They went on to marry other people, live in different places, and have children of their own. Later in life after their spouses died, they somehow reconnected and made a life filled with large portions of love, family, and faith.
From the moment she met me, Mema adopted me as her own. I was very connected to my recently-diseased grandmother, and Mema, or "Miss Ruth" as I called her for many years, never tried to replace her in my heart. I had a big, open heart and plenty of room for another wonderful woman in it, though.
Mema taught me about living with a humble work ethic and a cheerful heart. She would prepare large feasts for her massive family until she was physically unable.
She worked for years in service as a nurse, one of the most thankless jobs in creation.
She believed in having a sense of humor about and taking pride in her work, her home, her life, no matter how modest or grande -- if only we could all thankful for our gifts.
A lot of who I want to be as a woman, a mother, is directly tied to her loving influence.
My grandmother may have died but she will live on in Heaven and in many, many hearts.
Posted by Cayce at Tuesday, August 02, 2011