I am still struggling with this article and its contents. I read it and think of my grandparents . . . courageous, dignified. They survived. I have often thought about my grandmother’s eyes — beautiful, blue. But there was more that I noticed. Her eyes revealed a weariness. They were tired, alert and fearful. I miss her love and reassurance.
My grandmother, of blessed memory, raised a family, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She travelled. I always wondered but could never ask what was in her her mind . . . what images did she see behind those blue eyes. She would never have shared those images or that pain with us willingly . . . It is a sad reminder that my grandmother was suffering and in pain at all times. Others are still suffering . . . take a second to read this article . . .