I am a nurse who was privileged to know and care for Grace in her last years. Her name is so suitable! She possessed a liveliness and graciousness in manner and a charming humor which never failed to lighten my day. Carol Boring
carolb
31st December 2014
Grace was a wonderful mother to me. My unwarranted self-confidence comes straight from her unwavering support as surely as my nose came from her face. (I eventually gave it back.) She also gave me a love of language and humor; I've kept those.
When I became a parent, I'd frequently ask myself what mom would've done and then did that; in that way, Grace affected the lives of her grandchildren more than she knew.
Mom always worked, and kept house, and cooked. If she was tired, it didn't show. When I was in high school, my dad was home only on weekends. Mom took care of my sister and me and the housework during the week and still held a job. At the time, it seemed as nothing to me. She had every excuse to gripe or beg off driving me somewhere, but chose not to. Her upbeat countenance was a welcome counterweight in a household that was two-thirds teens.
Beyond all the usual parental platitudes, Mom has said a few things over the years that have stuck with me:
"Get attached only to people, never to things." My house could burn to the ground and as long as the insurance check made me whole, I wouldn't cry. It is liberating not to care too much for things that do not care for you.
"No one cares about you or your stupid pimple! They're too busy worrying about themselves." The context was a self-conscious 9th-grade me not wanting to go to school because of a huge zit on my nose, while Grace was trying to get me out the door and not be late for work. I realized that day how right she was: I am insignificant. The world doesn't give half a crap about what I say or do, let alone my acne. It was another liberating insight that helped me go my own way.
"Billy, you're such a smart, sweet, handsome boy." When you're right, mom, you're right.
From Bill on 12/19/2014