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Thursday, April 16, 2020

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Sunday, April 5, 2020

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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

More on Learning

This is what learning looks like.

This is what it feels like!

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Spoil Each Other

Spoil Each Other

You remember my grandparents from last week, right? Gale and Mabel. In case you missed the post, it was about kindness. Theirs. And how they delighted in sharing it with others. (You can read it here if you’d like.)

This week I want to tell you how he delighted in his bride of 65 years. I missed the first 40 years of their marriage due to the fact I was not on the scene yet. It happens. Then I missed the next two or so because I was focused on other important matters: eating, sleeping, and filling diapers, so I am told. (I have since learned by my own parenting experience that these three important matters can happen in any order and often simultaneously. But that’s too much information and beside the point.)

What is not beside the point is that I got to be around them for over 20 years, initially a month at a time, then six months, then year round. We lived on the west coast, they, in the midwest. Once a year they’d come visit their only child and park their Avion trailer at our house, adding more and more time to their stay as retirement approached. Eventually they bought a lot just down the street and settled in.

Over the span of these 20+ years, I was witness to their love for each other; my wife Marcie witnessed their last four. The picture above was taken about 10 years into this 20 year window, after Mabel had a stroke which means I saw them together and fully active for the first 10 years, then much less active over the next 10 when the lifestyle change was necessitated. What I did not see was any change in their love for each other.

Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I actually did see a change in their love: It grew.

Gale cared for Mabel, willingly and with tenderness. He helped her in and out of bed, in and out of her chair, and in and out of each passing day until the chair was not enough and she was moved to a nursing home.

Though crestfallen from not being able to care for her personally, Gale traded in his twice daily walks, wheeling her the quarter mile from their house to ours, for longer walks alone to visit her in the nursing home. Each day, sometimes more than once, he’d walk the two miles to mindfully spend time with his bride. Mentally sharp, but physically confined, Mabel maintained her sharp wit and twinkling eyes. Gale, his loving and focused devotion to Mabel.

Little did we know this included him picking his way across a busy four lane boulevard to get to her nursing home. That is exactly what I found him doing one day during my summer job while I was driving a Pepsi truck. I pulled over, hopped out of my truck, and ushering him the rest of the way across. When we reached the sidewalk, I pointed out the crosswalk 50 feet away.

Me: Grandpa. You gotta use the crosswalk over there.

His reply?
They’ll stop. They always do.

His focused devotion to arrive at his destination was so acute, he’d eschewed the crosswalk detour in favor of the more direct and shorter route straight across traffic. And since he’d been making this walk for a couple of years, I figured he knew what he was talking about.

He had a wife to see and I had Pepsi to deliver so I begrudgingly bid him adieu. As I climbed back into my truck, I realized two valuable truths and smiled: One, come hell or high water, Grandpa was going to be with the one who made him whole. And two, when they gave Marcie and I advice just before we were getting married, they meant it, and they lived it.

Their advice?
And, inspired by their example, to the best of our ability combined with our own share of bumps and bruises along the way, we have.

Thank you Grandma and Grandpa.

Thank you for reading.

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