It just so happened that Lydia had plans to visit us the weekend after Mom and Dad were here, and that presented and opportunity that seemed too convenient to pass up - a chance to have Great-Grandma stay for a whole week as she had a ride both ways! :o)
Now that we have a second guest room set up in our upstairs sewing room/office, she can stay with us as she doesn't have to navigate the stairs down to where the main guest room is located.
It was incredibly special to have her here with us. She is one of my heroes, and I'm so glad for the time she was able to spend here with us. I hope my children grow up to have a loving and giving spirit, like she does.
Who better to help Hope "farm" one morning, than Great-Grandma, a farmer's wife from the days before GPS navigation systems were invented and before air conditioned cabs, or tractor cabs at all. :o)
I feel like I learned a lot about dignity that week.
My Grandma is a woman of great dignity, but also great humility. I have never known another person as gracious, generous, or as grateful as her.
She still lives in her own house, though the cleaning is done by a lady from town, the yardwork by her sons families, and she cooks very simply. A wheelchair ramp was added to the front access to her house a few years back, and that is where she walks, as there is a handrail. She says when she can't drive anymore her son will buy her a motorized scooter. Look out Foremost the day she learns how to drive that thing!!!
She verbalized a lot of things while here, about how it was hard for her to feel the strength slipping away from her hands and shoulders, and tightness stealing into her hips, making it even harder to walk. She still does what she can, and doesn't attempt what she knows she shouldn't.
She is wise. She doesn't complain. She enjoys all the good gifts around her.
It is hard for me too, to see one so strong face the change that comes with age, and yet she is doing it with such beauty and poise.
Hope wanted to set up a tea party picnic for all of us one day. I gave her some cups and instruction and off she went. You see, the big chair is for Great-Grandma, because she can't sit on the floor, and the pillows are for Mommy and Hope, and Joy doesn't need anything to sit on because she doesn't sit still anyways. :o) Actually, knowing Joy, the little pink box was probably where she would have picked to sit (in it) if given the option, but I think she got bored with the picnic idea right off the bat and didn't really "do it" with us anyways.
Need I say more?
My dear Grandma got the dreaded flu that night, but she braved it out and was able to ride home with Lydia the next day, despite feeling unwell.
It was a very special week in my life. One I will not soon forget, and one I hope I have the privilege of repeating while Grandma can still travel. :o)