Listening to: Go Rest High
Thought for the day: A child needs a grandparent, anybody’s grandparent, to grow a little more securely into an unfamiliar world. ~Charles and Ann Morse
My Granny Sally (my mother’s mother) passed away peacefully in her sleep this morning at the age of 89. She was the last of my living grandparents. The moment I was born she became a great source of stability for me. Whenever the world walked out on me, she always walked in.
I’ve been trying to decide what I would write about her today, but my brain feels like it has exploded into a ticker tape parade of Granny Sally memories. I can’t focus. Sally was most at home sitting at the kitchen table philosophizing about politics, history, and the latest small-town gossip. She would hold court for anyone who would listen. I was often a very willing and captive audience. One of the most indelible marks she left on me was a love for history. For those who didn’t know her, you do know her through me and my love for history. Everything I do history-related has Granny Sally stamped all over it.
I will forever be grateful for the love she showed me and shared with me. RIP Sally Ruth Moulder