Last week marked the twelveth year of my maternal grandmother’s passing. Granny was a colorful, wise and fun, yet stern woman. She and my grandfather lived in Trinidad, but Granny would spend months at a time with us in the States. Of my four grandparents, she was the one I knew most. She passed during my first semester at Hampton and my Grandpa (her husband), passed just 10 weeks later. My paternal grandfather died six months after that. Of course when they died and my Ma’dear a few years ago, it hurt.
But I didn’t count on the things I didn’t know I’d miss–like traveling to Trinidad or Mississippi this year and wishing they were there to see me as an adult. I didn’t know I’d long for them to be proud of my accomplishments and to hopefully one day, meet my children. To live to see how God had blessed their children’s, children’s, children. I didn’t know I’d wish I had been wise enough to ask them about their parents or the story of how they ended up in Trinidad and Grenada, Mississippi.
So, if you have your grandparents or great-grandparents around, try to squeeze as much wisdom out of them as you can. You never know what you wish you knew about them when they’re gone.
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