Better days...

My grand mother died 15 year ago. We adored her. She was such a great woman.
She lived through world war two ,and she picked such an interesting habits.
She told us that during the war ,they had to be careful of shortage of supplies. Water, food, and medicine could be indeed a very precious staff during wars, and every effort must be done to assure that using them is on what-you-need-only-basis. No luxury.
So ,even after 50 years of the end of the war ,and although every thing had changed ,she couldn’t get rid of what become a part of her unique personality. I remember that she used to put all the interesting things (well, you know what I’m talking about: chocolate, sweets, soda) in a locked cupboard, and she was always hiding the keys.
Of course that didn’t stop us at all, we managed to get the keys every time and take some (unnoticeable) amounts. Of course we got busted every single time . Of course we always get what we want from my mother, but the things grandmother used to keep were always more interesting only because they were hard to get.
I remember her face, the smile, and the stories she used to tell us. She was different, she had what is considered a really good education in her generation, and she was really sharp and alert. She never missed a thing.
She was a source of unity in her family , she was the one everybody went to when anything went wrong. Her siblings and cousins used to ask her for advice in every matter. She had such a charming personality of which its presence was profound and obvious.
She was really strong and energetic. So in her last days we –being kid-couldn’t digest the idea of her staying on bed most of her time. To the last minute, she prayed that the moment she couldn’t stand on her feet would be the moment she no longer alive. Her prayers were answered.
She went through a lot, a real fighter. She managed to pull our family through so many obstacles .
I remember a phrase that she used to say all the time, when ever we faced any problem or suffered any distress ,she said( It’s ok ,BETTER DAYS ARE YET TO COME)
Thinking of that now makes me realize that what probably keep her going, that is hope.
She thought that tomorrow is what worth thinking of. The past and the present are only the high ways which get us there ,to the future.
A friend wrote in her blog about the way to happiness, quite an interesting article. I may add that the way to happiness starts and ends with hope. Hope for a better tomorrow is what makes the clock ticking. The moment we stop hoping is the moment we die, even if we kept walking around.
Grand mother knew that, and she tried to show us what it meant to have hope and faith.
I try to hold on that, things get ugly most of the time. I can’t recall the last time I really hoped for some thing and get it, but some how I kept on going. Hope? I like to think so, although I had my days of giving up hope. I guess she wouldn’t like that if she were alive.
I miss her so much. She used to tell me that she would be the happiest person if she was meant to see my graduation, but she died 13 years before it, but she was in my thoughts all the time.
I miss her so much. I hope she feels proud of us now, and I hope that her legacy will continue to touch our lives in the unique way she used to do.
Pray for her soul friends, and remember: better days are yet to come. At least we have to hope so.
Regards,
Benghazi citizen