By Kay Heitsch
My husband, Bill's Grandma, Z., was in a nursing home when we moved back to Michigan. Grandma had been unable to walk for quite some time; now, her eyesight was almost gone.
Since I'd returned to Michigan, Grandma Z. thought I should be her "personal secretary." Trying to jog her memory, I said, "I guess you've forgotten how bad my handwriting is." Grandma Z. acted like she didn't hear me.
Grandma always wanted to write a letter along with her cards. She would dictate; then, I would do my best to write down what she said.
Grandma would always have me read back to her what I had written. Grandma had no problem hearing now because she always told me, "That is not exactly how I said that!" I would then rewrite whatever I wrote in her exact words.
Since I had some extra time before Christmas, I asked Grandma if she would like to send Christmas cards. Grandma readily agreed. I rounded up several different kinds of cards.
I knew she had friends and family who all had other interests. I would take each card, describe the front in detail, and then read the verse inside. After thinking it over, Grandma would tell me who she thought would like each card.
After a while, I looked up and noticed several nursing home residents standing in the doorway. As I read each card, I started to see the looks on their faces and Grandma Z's, too. Each one had a faint smile and a faraway look as they saw the scenes in their mind's eyes.
When I went over to do the Christmas cards, I thought I was doing Grandma Z. a favor, but it turned out she did me a big favor. I'll always cherish this precious memory of bringing Christmas joy and pleasant memories to Grandma and her fellow residents.
Thanks to Grandma Z., I made a "good memory" to pass on to you.
Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2