My grandma's needlepoint picture of a flower basket hangs over my couch. I think of all the time and care she put into making this lovely picture. I love the texture and colors. Looking at it closely, I want to know more about the woman who was my grandmother. First and foremost, she was a hard worker who never complained. She would work two jobs to help make ends meet. Her family did not have much money, but they tried hard to make the best life they could.
I never really got to know my grandmothers. I lost them when I was a young girl. As I look at the needlepoint, I try and visualize my grandmother's strong calloused hands as they gently push the needle through with love and care. I will keep this picture close to my heart and hope to live by her example especially when times are tough.
I also smile when I think of stories about my grandma and her love of the beach. I'm glad that she found a kind of sanctuary too.