The Gift of Time - A Precious Moment can Last a Lifetime

I am blessed to share a very close relationship withthat his own mother was quite angry with him for
my 92 year-old grandmother. Although she strugglesfailing to escort a young lady home in the evening. I am
with many common physical and emotional agequite fortunate that my grandfather redeemed himself
related ailments, her mind remains vibrant and the bondon the second date by returning to a dark movie
between us continues to deepen through the years.theatre when grandma realized that she forgot her
My relationship with my grandmother has been agloves inside.
stabilizing force in my life. Her unconditional love,It was fascinating to learn about my great
integrity and wisdom have been my compass duringgrandparents who courageously left their villages in
times of confusion and turmoil. Grandma's home wasEurope and worked so diligently to create a better life
one of the few places in my life that remainedfor their children and future generations. I learned that
constant despite the many painful transitions Imy great grandmother Clara left her village in Austria
experienced through the years. With the divorce of myas a young child to immigrate to America, and my
parents and the many changes that ensuedgrandmother's birth name, "Malie", was changed to
culminating with my passage into adulthood, my"Mildred" when her kindergarten teacher sent a letter
grandmother's home was always a grounding forcehome to all the parents, requesting that children with
that brought me back to my roots and reminded menames that sounded too much like a nickname be
of where I came from and where I was headed.given a more formal name. Following my return home,
During my recent visit to Florida, I spent hours with mymy interest deepened as I spent several hours
grandmother sitting on her screened porch in the earlyexploring in search of the passenger records of my
winter sunshine as she shared stories of her youth-great grandparents.
triumphs and celebrations, heartaches and struggles. IMy grandmother tearfully described the final years of
was struck by the huge gaps in my knowledgeher marriage to my grandfather. They retired to the
concerning my family history. A quiet mind and aWest coast of Florida and enjoyed many years in a
peaceful soul can open the door to many new ideascondo with a magnificent view of the Boca Ciega Bay,
and opportunities. It is impossible to set one's personalwhich leads into the Gulf of Mexico. While grandma
agenda aside, open the heart and listen deeply if thebusied herself preparing supper, grandpa enjoyed
mind is filled with noise and fixated on extraneousgazing through his binoculars at the sun setting over
detail.the bay, watching the pelicans glide over the water
My original plan was to fill the day with productivity. Iand hoping to spot a porpoise. Periodically he would call
noticed grandma was in need of some new shoes,out to my grandmother; "Dear, you must come here
and certainly she could benefit from a ride in the car orand see this sunset" and my grandmother would reply,
a trip to the grocery store. Luckily, I reminded myself to"Not now dear, I am busy preparing supper".
cast aside my personal agenda in favor of viewing theIn sharing this story with a friend years ago whose
world through my grandmother's eyes. Intuitively, Iown husband also routinely summoned her from the
recognized that her deepest need was for emotionalkitchen during dinner hour to gaze at the sunset, my
connection and companionship.grandmother laughingly recalled how her friend
With large chunks of time spent reflecting back on herconjured up a plan to teach her husband a lesson by
life and the dear friends and loved ones who havefinally accepting his offer without protest, and remaining
passed away and living in a residence where most ofseated gazing at the sky until long after the sun went
her neighbors are preoccupied with their own healthdown. Her plan was to wait until her husband finally
challenges and personal issues, my grandmother feltasked about supper, when she would nonchalantly
lonely and longed for deep and meaningful bondingreply, "Supper? What supper dear? I have been busy
time. The new shoes and the groceries can wait, Isitting here by the window next to you, watching the
thought to myself- however quality time spent with mysunset. How can I possibly prepare supper while I am
last living grandparent cannot. It seems that so manywatching the sunset?"
of us pass through this lifetime in a haze of perpetualAs I contemplated this story I thought about the
activity, rarely stopping to embrace the truly preciousimportance of our perspectives and the choices we
opportunities for authentic human interaction. I havemake over the course of our lives. In the final years of
been guilty of the same for most of life and lived withmy grandfather's life, my grandmother poured her
the sadness and regret that result from excessive selfheart and soul into caring for him and keeping him
absorption.comfortable. Suddenly nothing else mattered and trivial
My grandmother's mood brightened as she painted aissues melted away as she devoted herself to caring
colorful portrait of the great grandparents, cousins,for her life partner, best friend and soul mate. The next
aunts and uncles I never knew. I accompanied her ontime you catch yourself saying "not now" or "maybe
a journey through time as she shared stories of herlater" to a loved one, perhaps you will recall the story
first date with my grandfather, the early days of herof the sunset and take a few moments to share the
marriage, her complicated relationships with extendedbeauty of the present moment.
family members and her struggle nursing my greatWhether it means sparing a little extra time to
grandmother through a long battle with cancer.appreciate the beauty of a sunset, allowing your hands
I learned that on my grandparents' first date, myto get messy while finger painting with your toddler,
grandfather did not behave like a perfect gentleman.taking your shoes off at the beach with your child and
Instead, he handed my grandmother a nickel for thebuilding a sand castle, or setting aside several hours to
trolley car and allowed her to travel home alone. Mylisten to the life stories of an elderly relative, your time
grandmother intended to never see him again and onlywill be well spent and you will receive equal if not more
accepted his telephone call because my greatjoy than you give. It is never too late to quiet the mind,
grandmother insisted upon it. During that fatefulopen the heart and give the gift of time. It is the most
telephone conversation my grandfather apologizedvaluable gift you can ever offer to a friend or loved
profusely for his inconsiderate behavior and admittedone.