My father was one of thirteen children. Growing up, I never thought about how hard things must have been for my grandmother. Times were hard and just surviving was a constant struggle. She was an expert at making things stretch, organizing, and multitasking and she often did all of this with at least one baby on her hip.
In the last year I have thought about her quite a bit. Faced with my own trials, I have had to push forward in faith more than ever before. I have had to put on a smile and keep a positive attitude while one bad thing after another came flying at us at the speed of light. I learned to think outside the box, scrimp, save and make old things new again. Above all I learned how important sacrifice and compromise are.
Grandma mastered all of these skills and without the added benefit of the technology and medical adavances we have today. She was amazing!
So I draw from her strength through these troubled times. I feel her over my shoulder, nodding in approval at the choices I make. I hope I make her proud.