Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway…
Courage. Every time I hear this I think of 4 words, well a name actually. Maureen Kay Stone Jones. She is my grandma. She was the most remarkable person I ever knew. This woman was always giving, selfless, happy and courageous. I can’t say that I ever saw her without a smile on her face. Even though I only got to know her through a short 7 years, everyday I aspire to posses those same wonderful traits she had.
In January of 2000, my grandmother stopped fighting her battle with cancer. She was so terribly ill for so long, and I never had any idea what was going on. She went on with life like nothing was wrong. And on the days when she would watch me and my younger siblings, nothing changed. She still made us cookies and found time to give me those hair cuts I always hated.
Through all this sickness, she was so courageous. She kept our family together and the spirit was always there when she was around. She stayed so strong. She fought everyday with courage and love. She never gave up. And when she finally did go I think that took the most courage of all.
If there is anything I learned from her it was no matter how scared you are saddle up anyway and be courageous! Never give up! As I’ve grown up I often ask myself , “Is my grandma proud of the decisions I have made?”
I can say feel her love on a daily basis and I know from many personal, spiritual experiences that she loves me and is proud of the courageous woman I have become. I am honored everyday to know that I strive to carry on the person she was; happy, loving, selfless and most importantly courageous.