I’m working at finding my own voice.
I have quoted so many thoughtful chapters from My Grandfather’s Blessings written by Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D. It is time to stop that and find my own voice.
Some have asked me if I’m Jewish, since I have been so dedicated to sharing Rachel Remen’s thoughtful reflections.
As a matter of fact, no, I was raised Catholic. Because of that, I feel pretty darn connected to the Jewish faith and traditions. Jesus was a Jew after all. Catholics use both the Jewish Bible (Old Testament) and the Christian Bible (New Testament) for reflection and direction.
Religion, however, is not what drew me to My Grandfather’s Blessings. I was first touched by A Kitchen Table Wisdom. When I finished that book, I instantly passed that cherished book onto my sister, Teresa. I then spied this title, My Grandfather’s Blessing.
The title instantly connected with me; it reminded me that I am indeed truly blessed. My grandfathers were an integral part of my life into my 40’s. Very few people can say that.
I have a college education because of Grandpa Ernie’s support, patience and guidance. Both of my grandfathers validated me – continuously reminded me that I am loved and valued without expecting anything in return.
Whoa! What did I just write? “…continuously reminded me that I am loved and valued without expecting anything in return.” Unconditional love.
Both, Grandpa Joe and Grandpa Ernie have passed on. Their humungous, gigantuous, beyond imaginable gift is still with me, however.
Unconditional love. I am a stronger, more grounded woman as a result.
My grandfathers’ blessings bestowed upon me.
I am grateful.