I’m not sad to say goodbye to 2014. It’s been a rough year.
But along with the lowest of lows the death of my mother in July I’ve also experienced many periods of pure joy, the majority of them involving my three beautiful grandchildren: Tilleigh, 8; Evie, 4, and William, 2.
It’s amazing to me how the two little girls are so tuned into my feelings. I still grieve for Mother, and when my tears start to flow, their little arms are instantly around me. And though William doesn’t grasp the loss, he knows he doesn’t see “Nannie” anymore. So instead of hugging me, he always recites over and over, “Nannie died.” He says it with an edge of sadness, and I find it comforting.
Just before Christmas, I took the girls to see the latest version of “Annie.” We loved it. Throughout the movie, I was reminded of how incredibly fortunate I am to have these children in my life. In the movie, Annie brings great joy into the lives of Oliver Warbucks and his staff, just like my grandchildren bring into my life. Their love is a constant reminder that, despite my losses, life is good.
I’m also proud of my grandchildren. They are loving, sweet, kind and precious children.