Senior Spotlight: Generational love in 20 year increments
February 22, 2015
As I mentioned in the last Spotlight, I have just gotten back from a trip to New Mexico to see my grandson and great-grandchildren. It was interesting to see that part of the country and learn more about where everyone lived and what it looked like.
I really enjoyed catching up on what was happening in the lives of those I visited. It is so much more interesting when you hear in person and can see the expressions on their faces and interact with them, especially the little kids. My great-grandson Airoughn (pronounced Aaron) and his sister, Maddisyn, showed us the dances they were doing in dance class.
I hadn't seen them for about 4 years so it was amazing to see how much they had grown. My great- granddaughter, Sarah, told me she had gotten time off of school because of the snow, which she thought was funny because she lives in Alabama now but originally lived in Colorado, where a snow day never would be called for the amount of snow they had gotten. We teased her because she was going to have to go back to Alabama to see some winter. Winter is definitely what she saw when she got home because the last big storm hit there right after she arrived. On the way home we stopped in Montrose, and I got to catch up with another great-granddaughter, Jennifer and her daughter Addisyn also.
Although we joked about the lack of snow, it was really sad to see how much snow there wasn't as we went over the passes coming home. I was thankful that the roads were dry but knew that it meant trouble this summer if there wasn't more snow pack on Red Mountain Pass. The views were terrific on the pass as we climbed higher and higher even though, except for the pine trees, everything else looked brown and dead. The beauty of the multicolored hillside, of gold, orange, red and brown as we left Ouray and started the climb was unbelievable. The wind had a definite chill to it when we got out — but that's what you expect in the high country — and it got colder the closer we got to home.
One of the most memorable parts of this trip will always be the gathering of five generations of family and the strange part is that each generation is 20 years apart. I am 81, and my daughter is 61, her son is 41, his daughter is 21 and her son will be one in October.
That's kind of neat in my book and probably doesn't happen very often. This trip will be another memory of special time spent with family that I will put in my book of life's blessings. I am very thankful that I got to make this trip, it was a visit well worth the long drive and all, but my lumpy old bed sure felt good when we finally got home.