I have a nephew who reminds me of my grandma. My grandma died six months after my dad passed away, so my nephew has never met her. Except for maybe heaven. My nephew has a kind soul just like my grandma did.
My grandma would make caramel popcorn balls for her grandchildren each Christmas. One year she told my mom that she wouldn’t make the popcorn balls because the price of sugar had gone up. But my grandma had a change of heart and we were surprised with a box of caramel popcorn balls. Maybe not as much as the years before. Grandma just couldn’t deprive her grandchildren of a treat they grown to love.
A few years or more after World War II ended, my aunt introduced a young Japanese-American to her parents. My grandma welcomed my soon-to-be uncle into the family. Her kindness had touched generations since.
When my mom had to have surgery one November, my grandparents came up from Colorado to tend us. My grandma made Thanksgiving dinner for seven starving children and my dad while my mom was in the hospital or recuperating at home.
That is just a few examples of the kind soul my grandma possessed in her life. Even her finals months I knew she cared; she was there to comfort my mom when my dad passed away suddenly on a February day.
