Updated: Aug 24, 2019
There is so many truly amazing people in this world but not enough time to meet each and every one of them. Occasionally though we will have the privilege of having to share moments with a few of them. In my case my great grandmother, she was a really amazing woman.
My great grandmother was an army nurse, a mother, a grandmother and a great grandmother. Her eyes had witnessed hardships loss and suffering but also new life, love and joy. She has been a huge inspiration in my life. After hearing of her passing I felt hollow for days, years past then on the day of my wedding my grandma gave me a small box, when I opened it I saw that it was two of my great grandmothers rings.
If ever came a day where I had to get rid of all my assets only to be allowed to keep one or two items I would choose these two rings. We as humans have this way of creating sentimental bonds between items that we collect or are given and sometimes we would give up everything to keep them. I know to some this may seem silly, 'why would yo keep jewellery' you say, well there is a perfectly good reason for it.
She lived in a small little cream colored house, in a small country town called Corryong. I didn't get to see her much as my parents made us move house a lot so what time I did see my great grandmother I treasured every moment. She was a simple woman, though she followed a fairly strict routine, early to rise, beds had to be made, dinner had to be around six and kids in bed if I remember rightly no later than 8 PM. She didn't care for all the latest greatest things, she just wanted to watch her shows and do her knitting, she was always giving but never asking for much in return.
She taught me more in those short visits we had than anyone else in my family did my whole life. I didn't know her to hold grudges, she was always smiling almost every time I saw her. My great grandmother was never afraid to speak her mind or tell you if she thought something was wrong, but most of all she wasn't afraid to just be herself no matter what others thought.
I remember watching home and away while she was sitting in her floral chair that resided in the corner of the living room, facing the TV whilst doing her knitting. The sound of those clinking needles while trying to watch my show was kind of irritating then but now I sort of miss it.
She used to make the best brandy Christmas puddings each year and hang them in cloth from the ceiling, the smell so sweet but so potent filled the house, she also made huge boxes of cupcakes in all different flavours, smothered with icing, for us kids each time we visited or she came to stay with us.
I remember the house she lived in, I remember walking our onto the footpath and looking down the street, I remember the bird that was in a cage in her kitchen and its soft tweeting, the two white dogs that occasionally ran through the house but my great grandmother's face fades in my memory no matter how much I try to hang onto it.
I have no photos to see her face, no hand knitted blankets that has been passed through the family. The rings that I have from my great grandmother are the only piece that I have or hers to remind me of her, she was kind, she was strong, she was true and she was my great grandmother. These two rings make me feel like I have a piece of her with me always and they are a reminder that like her I should stay strong, stand up for what I believe in and be myself despite what others think.
I think we should all be a little like her, not be afraid to be ourselves, stand up for what we believe in.
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