Reaching the End of Yourself and Finding So Much More


I swing the door wide as my 90 year old grandmother clutches my arm, making her way in to the lobby of her assisted living facility. The rush of my day falls away as I intentionally take smaller steps, listening longer and harder to her stories, pushing away the urge to get things done. Because this world moves fast, and well, she doesn’t. She can no longer see, but her mind is sharp. The memories that made up her younger days are clearer and crisper than of those who visited her yesterday.

As I say my goodbyes, another resident approaches me. She is desperate to talk and has heard that I too am a military spouse. She is determined to share experiences of her 36 years as a Marine Corp spouse. She asks me to come back, and won’t I please bring my husband?

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