I Miss You Bo - Bo

I was able to sit and listen to some music tonight. I listened to a melody as it danced on my ears and slowly soothed my soul. Lyrics such as, "all my sins to bear," and "If it had not of been," were music to my ears. I've felt a bit conflicted of late. I feel I've lost the ability to be optimistic and forgiving. It is a skill that everyone living needs, but not everyone has. It reminds me of a moment I had with my great grandmother. She and I sat in her bedroom and she rocked back and forth in her chair. She'd slowly lift up her magnifying glass, hold it over her newspaper, read the clue, and then lean her head back in her rocking chair. She recite the clue out loud to herself, lean forward and write the answer, T R U T H for 3 down, U N D E R S T A N D I N G for 6 across. I edge to the edge of my seat, and ask my question, being sure to project my voice. I'd say, "Grandma, with all of the hate, racism, sexism, and discrimination you experienced, why aren't you angry?" I was confused as to how she could be so peaceful, so full of love, so willing to accept the same people who'd mistreated her - she replied, "Son, I don't have the time or the energy to be full of hate, b'sides Jesus told us to love our neighbor didn't he." Yes he did Grandma, yes he did. You may be wondering why I'm speaking on this or thinking about this. I guess I missed her today. I've been telling a lot of stories lately about things that she did that amused me, but I'll never forget how much she blessed me. I'll never forget how much I learned from her. I guess I'll never forget how important she remains to me. She loved to gather all of us in her arms, kiss our (i.e., me, my brother and my sister) faces and tell us how much she loved us. She'd say, "Come here my beautiful grandchildren and give me some sugar." I wish all of you who read my blog would have had a chance to meet her. She was love and proved everyday I was able to spend time with her. I miss you Bo - Bo; that's what we used to call her.