My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the hell she is.
I recently watched Moana, and I found myself really missing my grandmother. In trying to find a quote that would express that, I found the one above by Ellen Degeneres. I think it would have made her laugh.
In other posts I talk about about skies and, being a prairie girl, how I am drawn to them. Give me a big sky and a field of grasses and I am happy. My grandmother was also drawn to skies and took lovely photos of sunrises and sunsets. She had a great laugh, was a great cook (I miss her cake with sauce and coffee cake, among many of the delicious things she made), and loved to play cards. From her I got my eyebrows and my lovely (early) grey hair. I remember walks on the dusty roads near her home, looking for old railway spikes and picking up rocks. She was always patient, kind and accepting, and we always felt loved when we were with her. I was lucky to have her in my life for a long time, although there is never enough time with those you love. I think of her often as I take photos these days, especially when sunset begins. In the film, Moana’s grandmother’s spirit is a stingray. I like to think my grandmother’s spirit is the sky in all its beautiful forms.