Mrs. W.

A Whispering Soul wrote a post about his grandmother and how much of an impact she had on his life. It was a beautiful tribute to someone who I am sure was a wonderful woman.

It made me think about my relationship with my grandparents, but the truth is, I am not terribly close with them.

It did bring to mind, however, a very special woman who I was friendly with in Atlanta. There was something about her, a kind of caring aura that she just radiated. We had a connection from the first time I met her, a special bond that was just there from the beginning. She was a widow, but had her grandchildren close to her in Atlanta, and the respect with which they treated her was absolutely inspiring.

I could sit and talk to her for hours, or just sit quietly in her presence. She had a very peaceful countenance, and there was something about being with her that was so comforting - it was a feeling I have rarely had around anyone else. She always managed to lend perspective to a situation, bring up something to consider that I hadn't thought of. She made me feel special.

All of a sudden, thinking about her this morning, I really missed her. I bought some Rosh Hashanah cards and am going to send one to her, just so she knows I haven't forgotten her, even though it has been a long time since we last spoke.