Today is the Grandma's Day in Poland, which means that all the grand kids call their grandmas, or give them handmade (hopefully) cards wishing them all the best in the world. I'm not sure if this holiday is celebrated in the US, I have never heard anyone mention anything about it.
This day is important to me because it makes me remember. I would remember regardless, but on this day particularly I think about all of our times together and how much about life I have learned from her. As a little girl I admired the way she looked, the smell of her perfume, her strength. It will always stay with me. A picture of her is sitting on my desk, she looks absolutely beautiful; she is reading something and smiling a little, while drinking a cup of tea. I look at it when I am in doubt or if I just need a minute of peace.
It was once written about her that as a "Renaissance woman she showed others how to achieve what you want. Therefore the joy of life. The joy that people who choose an easier path will never know". I appreciate the words of the article writer, because this exactly describes my dear grandma. She had to push away a lot of obstacles to get to where she did, yet she did it with grace. For that, she was a very respected woman, by her colleagues and certainly by her family.
