Comment on Let Me Through, I’m a Grandmother! by Patti Kuche

I grew up in the shadow of a most fearful mother, a woman frightened of life but at one with the noble art of suffering. Happier people were complete mysteries to her – my father was a happy sort but that was only because he had been brought up “badly” by his widowed mother who enjoyed a drink and a cigarette and who could play the violin like a dream.
Somehow we make our way through the tumbleweeds of family life to eventually discover where we as individuals want to be, to enjoy the freedom of who we are. I have no wish to climb a mountain but I love that others can and do and I want to hear all about the adventure.
I love that you have your “let me through” attitude which has made its way through here to me and for that I am so grateful, thank you!
BTW, you are not old, only older, as indeed we all are to someone else!