Today was nice. Although I was with my family, I really just spent the day with my grandmother, holding her hand and helping her walk around and stuff. It was nice. I don’t get to spend that much time with her and every time I see her the first thing she says to me is how much she misses me. Hurts a bit to not be there and help her like I used to but, she still loves me dearly and I love her too.
She does provide great perspective on life though. I like that word these days, perspective. Anyway, as we were walking around the Intrepid and seeing all the planes and reading about everything, my grandmother way telling me about being home during the WWII. She was born in 1931, so she was still pretty young while everything was going on but, she remembered most of it. The Naval ships in the harbor, the submarines sinking one of the ships, the blackouts, and the curfews. One of the things she remembers more vividly than everything else was how hard it was to live back then. Food shortages, people not having money, just surviving was hard. It’s just interesting hearing it from someone who lived it and how that affected her and how she grew from that.
Perspective is an interesting thing to have. I’ve had a fairly easy life and comfortable upbringing for the most part, but its always good to hear first hand and from family no less it wasn’t always like that. Keeps you grounded. I like being grounded.