I’ve mentioned it before, but it’s worth repeating: I love old people. They’re smart, and they’re funny, and they’re a wealth of information if you take the time to listen.
I dearly love my Grandma. She passed away almost two years ago, and I miss her. Thankfully, I was able to spend a lot of years talking to her, spending time with her, and getting to know her. In her later years, I was blessed enough to really be able to count her as a friend. She loved to tell me stories, and I loved to listen to them. I want to share one of my favorites with you.
Grandma and Grandpa got divorced in the early eighties. Their kids were all grown and out of the house by that time, but Grandma was still really busy. She owned her own small business, and she still had to take care of all of the things that are necessary when you own a home. Of course, now, she was doing them alone. I asked her how she handled all of it. I was already married by then, and I couldn’t imagine doing everything alone. This is what she told me:
For the most part, I just took one day at a time. There were things that needed to be done, so I did them. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. It didn’t really bother me most of the time.
(When she said “most of the time,” I knew there was more to the story. I asked her when it did bother her. She smiled at me and finished the story.)
A few years after your grandpa and I got divorced, I went to the grocery store. I had a list, in my hand, of the groceries I needed. I had another list in my head of all of the things that I needed to be doing elsewhere. Right in the middle of the aisle of the grocery store, I sighed, and said, out loud, “I need a wife.” When a woman in her fifties stands in the middle of a grocery store in the eighties and says she needs a wife, people scatter. I felt much better after that, and it turned out to be a very fast shopping trip.
Grandma needs a wife. Awesome. I love old people! 🙂