A woman’s worth ( Archived) (28)

It is immeasurable!

Sometimes, in the midst of your deepest despair, while in grief and in sorrow, whilst tears roll down your face and tumble towards the ground, you realize, all of a sudden, that something utmost joyous is also very much there.
I did find myself there today, as my grandmother passed before my eyes.
My mother’s mother, the mother of the daughter who helped give every little bit of good which I hold inside myself, she is no more.

A woman’s worth, it is immaculate, and so easy to be treasured.
This woman was a glorious being.
I cried as she passed, I am happy to have known her.

And when you love her, when you embrace life and love what it through her has shows you, what life is all about, when you do not only cry because you will miss her, when you cry because you recognize that it’s a joy to have known her, you cry, and you smile, and you cry again, and then you smile again, and you will miss her, long for her face, but allow her to find a final peace.

It’s true, what I say.

I cried, so much, and then I smiled, and then I even laughed.
I walked up towards my apartment, thinking of her, and I burst out laughing, because I thought of her and how much fantastic she brought into my life.

And isn’t that a display of a woman’s worth?

And yet it’s impossible to speak of a woman’s worth.

Tears streaming because I will miss her, laughter because of all the great memories.
She was hit by a stroke, a machine was helping her breathe, her eyes wide open but glary and stuck straight towards into a nothing, as you lean over her, kiss her wrinkly chin, declare to her what you should have said so many times while she could hear you, that you love her, that she is a woman of magnificent, that she is a hero of sort, a true part of your very own definition of majestic, that she deserves being told how loved she is, that she deserves to be told what value she has brought into your life, what an amazing, remarkable and fantastic woman, inspiration, and what desire from you to become someone good, she has always brought.

There is no way to measure the worth of a woman, there is no way to describe it perfectly in neither words nor music, to fully make it justice. God knows poets have tried and keep trying. Why do you think the perfect poem is yet to be written?
It can not be.
But there is a way to get a glance, a small although significant view of a woman’s worth.
As she’s struggling through every inhale, and exhale, 89 years old, my grandmother, through her last rites done by the priest, as her sons bow down and stand on their knees, whisper their worship and gratitude into her ear, and as her daughters grace her side, also thank her for everything beautiful she has brought into their life, our life, the worth of this woman shows to be immense.
It’s a sign of how valued she is.
She was my mother’s mother, the family gathered around her, like always.
She was the glue which kept us, and keeps us together.
She was the epitome of pure which made us not meet for months, and then when we did, we love one another as if we never had been apart.
She was our icon.
We do not all always get along, and we could have fallen out like some families have done, but we don’t haven’t, because of her, much so, because of her.

We love, because she loved, us, all of us, always.

She has, my grandmother, together with her daughter, and her daughters daughter, taught me a great deal about dignity, shown me what grace is, and learnt me what true strength is all about.

My grandmother died today, but never, ever, will she disappear from heart.

My grandmother was as woman teaching me a great deal about what a man is left to be, if he is without a woman and love in his life.

So sorry to hear your sad news.

What a beautiful and touching tribute to your grandmother.

Im sorry to hear you're sad news CB, a very emotional time for you and family..

"When I want to see you,I will see you in the stars;
when I want to feel you,I'll feel you when the rain
drops on my face;when I can't find my way home,
you will lead me to safety."




"I pray for you and yours..".

You've written a most magnificent tribute to your grandmother. I cry and laugh with you, for I know the feeling.

And can you see how much stronger a woman is, than a man?

When us, sons of our mothers cry and become weak as she leaves us, they, you, the daughters are the ones remaining strong, telling us to be strong, and urges us to be the men to keep the "house" strong.

Beautiful.

Captain, I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your grandmother. What a beautiful tribute this is...she is well honored by it. I have lost all of my grandparents, so I understand it well. Just remember, she lives on in your heart.

.....Very touching...and understand exactly how you feel...my lovely two strong and feisty Dutch Grandmothers plan a major part in my Life as a young man.....to all the Grand parents of this World, bless them all......

J.D