My 93-year old grandma was the victim of a hit and run last Friday. I called my Dad last night to get an update on how she was recovering and in his words, “She is one tough cookie.” I want to be a tough cookie when I’m 93-years old, too.
My Dad gave me a blessing when I was a baby and one of the things that he said in it was that I could look to my grandmothers as examples. Lucky me to have them both around, to grow up with their influence, and to still leave nearby.
I want to be like my grandmas when I grow up:
- Be a tough cookie
- Be able to finish the Sunday NYTimes crossword (will that even still be around by then?)
- Golf… and get a hole in one!
- Work in the temple
- Have good music around
- Be sarcastic with the ER doc
- Read voraciously
- Read my granddaughter’s blog