Older Adults -- Aging in Canada: Symbiotic Relationship: Grandparents and Grandchil...: I am awake and it is night time. I am not crying. I can hear talking in the kitchen. I try to listen, but I cannot hear what they are sa...
My grandmother was so instrumental in my child rearing...although she's in the spirit world there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about her and how she shaped who I am today. I think of all the beautiful things she taught me and the various teachings with regard to our sacred medicines. She taught me respect for our Mother Earth. My fond memories include how her home was the most beautiful place to be. The lilac trees at the entrance to the property. I still can recall the the smell of foods cooking in her kitchen. How happy I felt simply being there. The huge garden full of every kind of vegetable, every type of apple tree, the grape tree, and the cherry trees in abundance. Flowers everywhere. I particularly enjoyed our walks together to church. How we had tea together and played card games and watched her favorite shows, Another World and the Price is Right. I went back to her home a number of years ago to recapture that feeling but it left long ago with her. She was the reason that it was heaven on earth. Miigwetch for the post... Janet
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