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Feel the Joy By Claudette Rowley My grandmother died on January
1, 2007. She was my last living grandparent. Her name was Joy. She was 86.
The funeral was in a small Wisconsin town about two hours from Milwaukee. I
debated about going - I live near Boston and it felt like a long flight and
long drive. I'd miss being with my son for the weekend. Traveling to the
funeral would jam up my work week. I knew I didn't need to go for my own
closure. There was one reason to head
to the airport: It would mean a lot to my Dad. So I booked my flight,
rearranged schedules with my son's father, told the people who needed to be
told, located the appropriate clothing and packed my bag. I expected the visitation and
funeral would a sad and uncomfortable experience to simply endure. Yet
instead I discovered moments of unexpected beauty. Her community of children,
friends and grandchildren gathered to mourn and celebrate her life. The
flowers perfectly reflected my grandmother's love of the natural world. The
minister's eulogy captured my grandmother's essence; her spirit pervaded the
room. I felt like I could almost reach out and touch it. The poignancy seemed
to bring all of us into the present moment. My grandmother would have loved
it. There were other moments of
unexpected beauty: · My uncle and his friend went
out of their way to pick me up at the airport. This saved me from having to
rent a car and drive two hours after a tiring day. Theirs was an
extraordinary kindness. · I connected with extended
family I hadn't seen in six years. I felt reconnected to the family spirit; a
feeling of "these are my people." · My parents, sisters and I
spent quality time together, away from the distractions of our children. · The family 9 aunts, uncles
and cousins) gathered for three meals - a rare tradition in this day and age.
My grandmother's
life was not perfect; she was not perfect. She experienced hard times, she
suffered and was, in many ways, trapped in her times. And she was human with
the usual host of faults and frailties. But she saw the best in
people. She searched for beauty and noted it as much as she could. She was
unfailingly optimistic. She embraced unconventional thinking and she took
risks. She was passionate about her causes and she stood up for them. My grandmother nursed a
lifelong passion for animals, especially dogs. She was the co-founder of an
animal shelter that serves three counties. She also loved people - she
participated as an elected member of both the town council and historical
society. When a family member or friend needed a place to stay, they knew her
door was always open. She was a long-time advocate of healthy eating and
worked for several years in the local health food store. It's the essence of Joy that
strikes me now - the full force living, the optimistic viewpoint, the passion
and zeal, and the ability to embrace the best in people. People liked having
her around. What bigger compliment can there be? After the funeral, my
immediate family went to help clean out her room in the nursing home. At the
bottom of a box, my aunt found one of my grandmother's rings. This one was
classic Joy: a southwestern style silver ring set with an inch long turquoise
stone. I remember her wearing this ring and others like it. I remember from
childhood visits to her house - long before I knew what was important to
remember, important to file away for future reference. I wear this ring now. I like
its boldness and color. I like that it's a bit too big for my hand. I like
that it's not "proper." True to form, my grandmother
died on the first day of a new year instead of the last day of the old. I
think she chose this day in her usual optimistic way. The beginning of a new
year, fresh and unblemished. While I believe that my
grandmother was in many ways a complicated person, her optimism, compassion
and ability to see the best were not complicated. They were simply expressed
for the rest of us to enjoy and experience. This is her legacy. What's your legacy? What calls
to you? When you're 86 years old, what will people remember about you? We each have a purpose. Find yours. Live
it! _________________________________________________________________________ Copyright
© 2006 Claudette Rowley |
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