Of all the memories I have of my Grandmother, the one I think I will treasure most of all is this:
A short, white-haired lady, sitting tall, all 96 years and 11 months of her, riding a stationary bicycle, legs peddling, arms pumping, and head thrown back in joyful song.
As she sat by the window, with the warm sunlight pouring through the glass panes, she had the most beatific smile. You couldn't help but be enchanted by her delight.
The poet William Blake said that,"Exuberance is Beauty."
If this is true, then surely my Grandmother was the most beautiful woman in the room yesterday.
Be well. (and be exuberant!)
