Happiness is Granny

Happiness is Granny

Granny doing her best Lou Reed inpersonation.

Granny doing her best Lou Reed impersonation.

Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself. ~ Walter Anderson

Tonight my Granny passed away and as the quote says I can wallow in sadness or I can choose to focus on the best part of her being in my life.  It is sad, of course it is, and I will shed my share of tears, but not so many because the good far outweighs my loss tonight.

Those who know me, know that I suffer from no lack of confidence.  The question has been asked by others and by me, how the hell did I get this way?  The answer lies squarely with my granny and my POW, her husband my grandfather, who passed away in 1969 when I was only five.

My POW and I in 1966

My POW and I in 1966

You see I was the apple of my grandfather’s eye and he being my granny’s everything, and me being her first grandchild, well, I suffered from no lack of attention.  During the four and half years of my life that he lived they both showered me with attention and made me feel like the luckiest kid alive.  My granny continued to make me feel like the luckiest kid alive every time we talked up until her death.

My granny lived several lifetimes, you know the expression “dirt poor” well my granny grew up with dirt floors sleeping on cardboard with her siblings.  She once told me about getting her first pair of shoes, she was much older than you would assume.  My grandfather pulled her out her home and she spent many years as the doting wife.  Then, far too young, my grandfather passed away over 40 years ago.

My granny’s next life was as a single widower in the 70’s, she had a lot of fun and brought me souvenir prison shirts from all over the world.  She partied on Bourbon street and was known to drive exceedingly fast, as kids we used to shout “go granny go” when she put the petal to the metal.  She was one of the custodians at my junior high, she would slip me away to the nurse’s office and buy me a milkshake when things didn’t go well for me.

She used to take me to Bingo, she placed my very first bet for me at a race track, CC Byrd a 20 to 1 shot that came in and paid me $100 in 1973.  She made great meatballs and those Christmas cookies with the little Hershey’s kiss in the middle.  But more than anything else what I will miss is the pure joy in her voice when she heard mine of the phone.

She was human, she had her flaws, we all do, but she gave her love freely to me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful, confident and happy my friends ~ Rev Kane

About Michael Kane

Michael Kane is a writer, photographer, educator, speaker, adventurer and a general sampler of life. His books on hiking and poetry are available in soft cover and Kindle on Amazon.
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11 Responses to Happiness is Granny

  1. Dianne Babb says:

    Michael, Thank you for sharing that sweet story. You are so very lucky to have had her for 50 years of your life! Dianne from Sierra

  2. revmichaelkane says:

    Thanks Dianne

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  4. leannegfs says:

    Love this! I too have fab memories of my Gram and cherish them.

  5. revmichaelkane says:

    Thanks my friend

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