My Guiding Light
The days that Rob and I lived with his grandmother were those of safety, solace, and wonder. We had finally found a stable place to call home. This was a time in my life where I still found myself hopeful - things could still turn around, at least that’s what I believed. Honestly, it felt good.
I have spent years - decades even - growing up in the Seventh-Day Adventist church; and yet, I have not met an abundance of people that could honestly say they “walked with God” - and mean it. But Granny? That woman was given to us directly from heaven! Of this, I am sure! I imagine she has a seat next to the Great Almighty, a sign that proudly reads, “RUSHIE” - although, not in gold, she’d hate that. Like the One she followed, her chair would be polished wood; after all, her father was a carpenter, too.
She used to order a little book called “The Daily Word”. For each day of the year, there was a bible verse and thought of wisdom that correlated with the scripture. It was always encouraging and bestowed motherly advice of sorts. It sat next to the shower, and though we never really discussed it, we all read it.
Like the little booklets, there wasn’t anything about this woman that didn’t exude goodness and faith. She was the definition of “kindness”. The years we spent with the wonderful woman we called “Granny”, are some of the best of my life. I think back on our conversations, and I wish I could let her know that I now understand so much more. I wish I could tell her that I get what she was saying about balance, love, and family. I wish I could thank her gifting me such invaluable knowledge.
When the time came for Rob and I to embark on our next adventure, we said our good-byes and exchanged the tightest of hugs. As I was headed for the door, I felt her slip something into my bag. We jumped into the Thunderbird and pulled away from our reprieve - not knowing this would be the last time we would see her alive. Later that night, while unpacking in a hotel in Birmingham, I ran across her gift: “The Daily Word”.
She always worried about Rob and I, and for good reason. However, I have a feeling that she looks down on us now with pride. We made it Granny! I love you so very much! Thank you for helping two kids find their way. You were my angel, Rushie McLeod, my guiding light. You made us better, and we thank you.
Take a minute and handout a word of kindness, even a nice smile. You will find you are the one who receives the gift. I hope everyone had a great weekend. Let’s talk on Wednesday, I’ll bring the coffee. -R.