Juliana knew exactly who she was as early as kindergarten.
“You’re so smart!” her teacher said because she could read her ABC’s not only forwards, but backwards.
By sixth grade Juliana was the “school genius.” After she completed an IQ test, the results were given to her parents in whispered joy by the principal, with Juliana sitting right there. No one ever told her the results, but her parents’ faces shone like the sun.
So of course at 16 years of age Juliana decided to pursue a medical degree. By 27 she was an MD. And now, at 39, she was already a renowned gerontologist. She’d chosen the field because her mentor told her that gerontology was the place to be because of all the aging baby boomers.
But truth be told, Juliana studied gerontology because her favorite person in the world was her Granny Iris. GI (as Granny laughingly called herself) was Juliana’s best friend, and Juliana was determined that her best friend would be healthy and active for a long, long time.
GI wasn’t a particularly nice woman. In fact, she was blunt and cantankerous and at times much too truthful. But Granny Iris was the only family member who didn’t act as if Juliana walked on water.
“Don’t get arrogant. You’re only one of many smart people.” GI repeated to Juliana when she was 10, and 25, and just last year when Juliana was offered a prime position at New York’s most prestigious hospital.
“You are not God,” Granny Iris would remind Juliana when she’d saved an 81-year-old from a heart attack, and diagnosed dementia early enough for a 66-year-old matriarch to find the right resources for herself.
Juliana agreed with her Granny most times: she wasn’t the only smart cookie in the jar. And she tamped down her arrogance, even toward the insurance administrators who tried to dissuade her of necessary medical procedures.
But she disagreed with GI on one thing; in many ways, Juliana was God. She cured people – even old people. She helped the ill feel better, and she prescribed the right medicines for the right diseases. She. Saved. Lives.
But tonight, when her eighth patient in three hours died despite her steadfast ministrations using all of her skills as a brilliant doctor, Juliana finally realized that her Granny Iris was right.
She was not God.
She called her Granny in tears. “The Corona is king of the world,” she exclaimed. “I’m useless. I’ve wasted my time being a doctor. I…”
But Juliana stopped her self-centered one-way dialogue when she realized that her GI was trying to respond, but only producing long hacking coughs.
And suddenly, Juliana fell to her knees and began to pray, amazed that indeed, she did believe in God.
But not in herself.
Based on the prompt: Write a story about someone discovering something new about themselves. What have you discovered recently about yourself?
Pam, you have written a wonderful story that leads to self discovery.
The life of Juliana was a blessing and with Granny Iris as a central focus she
walked the road to success without getting big headed.
Meeting something beyond her strength made her one of us all.
miriam
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Yes! Wish we all could have a Granny Iris in our lives. And… know our weaknesses as well as our strengths.
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A wonderful story Pam, thank you … Unsure how to answer your question though about myself … mmmm, maybe that when I get down to tasks at hand and commit to completing them, that they DO (miraculously) get completed. Just gotta make that commitment and voila! it’s a great feeling!
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Commitment – the opposite of procrastination. That IS a great feeling! Thanks for sharing.
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So beautifully told Pam, some things are in God’s hands and Gods alone. And I pray often to her/him for the things I cannot control. As I connect back to source and heart.
Sending love and hugs along with well wishes my friend. 🙏💖 Much love 💖
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So well said, Sue. Hugs and love to you. ❤
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This is lovely…and very poignant. These truly are scary and humbling times!
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I suppose it’s times like these that help us grow. Or at least find out “what we’re made of.”
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Beautiful story, Pam. This past year, I’ve clung to God more than ever. Without my faith, I doubt I’d have the strength to get out of bed each day. Enjoy your weekend! xo
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Your words are full of love and faith, Jill. I appreciate them. ❤
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Wonderful story, Pam! I hope GI is OK.
I don’t believe in god–at least not in the god of the bible–but I feel so for poor Juliana. I hope her confidence in what she can do is not permanently shaken because to have that skill and knowledge is something special, too.
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So many things are unanswered in the story, Merril. But that’s the reality of life. It would be interesting knowing what Juliana means when she says she now believes in God. My guess is that she has felt the power of a Spirit that is greater than she is. And that is the beginnings of a really good doctor.
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Oh my. Feeling sadness wash over. And hope and love. You wrote this in a way that tied so many things together especially in this virus time. We all can keep learning that lesson about turning things over to a God. I remember and forget so many times, as I suspect most of us do.
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And particularly doctors, Kathy. They are viewed by their patients as God at times. And if they believe that, then they will be batted down to reality soon, as Juliana is here. I think a good doctor is a humble doctor who feels the Spirit around her and is not too arrogant to ask for help. 💙
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Yes, I so agree with you. 💕
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Oh this gave me chills, Pam. Such an epiphany. Very powerful story, great read!
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Your enjoyment and compliment regarding Juliana’s story means a lot to me, Barbara! Thank you. 🙏
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You’re very welcome, Pam 🙂
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Let go, let God. ❤ A story that encompasses so much, Pam and beautifully written. ❤
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Perfect expression, Jane. I think Juliana will figure that out sooner rather than later. May we all do so. 🙏💙
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Very moving. Wonderfully thought-provoking, as always.
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Thank you Arlene. I certainly learn a lot of lessons from my characters as they whisper in my writing ear. 💙
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“She wasn’t the only smart cookie in the jar.” This made me smile. 🙂 My grandmother often called me “one smart cookie.” Now I wonder if she was implying “one” of many. 😉 I love the way your story illustrates how shocking it can be to discover how helpless we can feel in new, unanticipated, unprecedented situations. Sometimes all we have is prayer.
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Thank you for sharing your grandmother’s saying, Barbara. I’m always amazed when I start writing in a characters voice, the way their expressions come out. I hadn’t heard the one that Granny Iris says here, but I do remember now that you mention it being called a “smart cookie” too. When did cookies start being smart? 🥴
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Who knows! I tried it out on my granddaughter, calling her one smart cookie. “I’m not a cookie!” she objected. Well, at least she didn’t deny being smart. 😉
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Oh, that’s funny. I’ll have to try it out with my granddaughter too. 🙂
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Oh my Pam. What a brilliant and heart breaking story of the times. I believe so many health care providers find themselves in such emotionally distressing situations.
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I do too, Sue. Right before I wrote the story I saw a TV news segment about doctors who were just devastated that they could not help the Covid patients that came to them. That’s how Juliana emerged in my imagination.
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This was an especially thought-provoking story and one that I suspect will stay with me and prod my brain throughout the next several days and longer. You’ve covered so many subjects with both mystery and succinctness here: God, human intelligence, prayer, disease, aging, things beyond our control, parenting, and ego, to name just a few. I would like to think that I’m constantly learning new things about myself, but I’m not sure that’s true. After reading this, I might just take some time to give it some deep thought. Thanks for making me a better person. ❤
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Well Amy, I know this is not new about you, but you certainly are an in-depth thinker and you have a great deal of empathy for others. I think Juliana fits that bill also but now her arrogance is replaced with greater empathy and added humility. I think that is leading her on the road to being a better doctor.
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It can only help Juliana! There’s only been one doctor I “fired” because he had a God complex. He was really too much.
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I read your parable twice and also the comments. WOW, oh, WOW!!
Amy Reade (what a fabulous surname!) covered all the thematic bases to this fabulous post. I especially resonated with “things beyond our control.”
My thoughts after a short reflection: Yes, this post read like a parable. And your story reminded me of the Serenity Prayer and also evoked the limitations of man: Psalm 31:15 “My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies,” like Covid-19. 😀
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If you have a chance follow Amy on her blog. I have met her every year when I visit the New Jersey seashore because she lives near there. She is a great writer and author of gothic mysteries, Library mystery series, and cozy mysteries.
I think you are right. What Juliana goes through is a testament to the times we are living in. May we be humbled enough to believe in a higher power and not just in ourselves. 💜 Thank you for your spectacular comments.
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Clever and poignant way to bring about Laura’s humility. It’s a hard lesson to learn that we aren’t God and don’t control everything.
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Those who try to control everything in their lives – and everybody – have a tough road to hoe as the old expression goes. Here is to letting go and feeling a higher power all around us. As I know you do Brad, when you commune with nature. 🙏
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Yes, I tried the controlling path but am gradually learning to let go and work with life.
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I like that, Brad. And may Life work with us!! ;-0
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Powerful story!
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Thank you so much, John.
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Such an intriguing and relevant short story. Yes none of us are “God” and none of us should be arrogant, but at the same time those who work tirelessly to save lives are gems.
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I agree. Working in the health care field takes a certain type of person. Certainly not “god-like,” but with an immense amount of empathy as well as courage.
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A beautifully told story that shows that some things are out of our hands.
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Yes, and the older I get, the more I realize that many things are out of our hands. That said, I also do believe that we can lead ourselves on a joyful path, or a painful one, and that choice is up to us. But…who knows? I just like it when characters “talk” in my head and I learn from them.
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Knowing oneself is a life-long process! A little of our true self unfolds in moments of crisis just like Juliana realizes. Even God has no solution to the problems of our times!
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Perhaps the answer to your thoughtful musing here is that there IS no solution to the “problems of our times.” That it’s all about how we handle those problems – and the more kindness and love we share, the more kindness and love we generate. I’ll go with that…!
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Another good one, and so close to home for many of us.
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Too close to home, Anneli. The day I posted this, my guy had to be rushed (by me) to hospital for appendicitis and resultant surgery. Scary, being in the hospital during these times, indeed. I’ve been looking carefully for Juliana. ;-0
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It is, but you have to believe that they are extra careful these days. I’ve gone through that operation and was surprised how minimally invasive it was and how clean and efficient the hospital and staff are. I wish your guy a speedy recovery. I think he will find that after one week he will suddenly feel much better. Good thoughts coming your way.
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Thanks – unfortunately his appendix ruptured, so we have a bit more to deal with. 😦 But he’s coming along… Totally agree with you re the clean and efficient hospital and staff. xo
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Oh, that is not good. Poor guy! Sending healing thoughts his way. Unlucky that it happened: lucky he got good care.
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Very interesting and intriguing story where her granny taught her to stay humble and not have pride just because she had achieved so much at such a young age. Granny taught the values of life and nice of Juliana to take heed of her granny who she loved the most. Too good, Pam.
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I wish we could all have a Granny Iris in our lives, and in fact, I’m trying to be a GI with my young grands. Perhaps on a nicer scale, though. 🙂
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Great to hear that Pam. You get back all your memories back that you had with your children. I too have a grandson and he is so cute 😊😊😊
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Another great and timely story. As much as we would like to think we are, we are not in control. What I have learned about myself recently is that I can still learn new things. xo
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Yay, Darlene. I love what you’ve learned about yourself recently. Young readers are certainly the beneficiaries of that.
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Never too late to learn new things!! 😍😎
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What a beautiful story, Pamela. So timely and poignant.
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Thank you so much for reading my Juliana post and commenting. I’d love to find you on your blog if you could send me your link.
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Brilliant piece of writing, Pam! And, quite recognizable too. My Oma was my best friend and she was the most truthful person I knew. While liking me a lot, she’d always put things in perspective and never put me on a pedestal (at least not in my presence :-)). I’m dedicating my memoir to her. ❤
What I’ve learned about myself, recently? A lot in regards to editing my book and killing my darlings. For the first time ever. Also, your recent words to me have been ringing very true lately: I’ve learned to love my editor. 🙂
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You are so fortunate to have a wonderful Oma in your life. I’m touched that your memoir is dedicated to her. I hope to become a type of Granny Iris to my grands as they grow up, but maybe a little nicer. ;-0 🙂
Yay for moving up with your learning curve in such a positive direction. Having been a (medical) editor for years in my career, I’m of course thrilled that you have learned to love your editor. I suppose the word “tough love” could be used for both the Granny Iris-types, and the good editors.
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Haha, good one, Pam. And good for me to be a fan of “tough love”. 🙂
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Wait, I read your story and didn’t realize that it wasn’t real! It is so beautiful and I wanted to believe in her GI granny, who kept her humble. Excellent writing, Pam! Loved your story. Just wanted it to be true.
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I think that in some ways the story of Granny Iris and Juliana must be true, Patricia. I do believe that we writers hit a stream of universality when we let the words flow (after all, I have no idea where “Juliana” came from), and we touch on the consciousness of others as we create our fiction.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. 🙂 Thank you so much for your comment.
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I’m still working on it! All the best, dear Warrior…
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A “work in progress,” Billy Ray? I think you’re so right – we all are. ❤
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Excellent post, Pamela. You know I’ve known myself for so long I haven’t really discovered anything new for quite a while.I enjoyed the story.
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You are a lucky man, John. Don’t you think that we writers discover so much about ourselves as we write our stories? I’ve begun reading your newest book, ETERNAL ROAD, and really enjoying the spiritual adventure.
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I think you are right, Pamela. It is hard to keep track of the discoveries though. I’m glad you are enjoying the book. That means a lot to me. 😊
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Moving story. I discovered that I can’t change anyone, but I’m constantly wishing I could change the world . . . make a difference, with my writing or somehow. 🤷♀️ Time to get down on my knees.
I love the way your writing is direct and descriptive. I love how you got through Julianna’s back story briefly and succinctly. I need to learn how to do that.
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I love how you loved my Juliana story! She just “came” to me as I began to write from the prompt about someone discovering something new about themselves. So… I believe there really is a Juliana out there.
I understand your “letting go” the need to change individuals (I went through that – and at times probably still do until I stop myself), but trying to change the world is an exercise in frustration. In my mind – one kind act at a time. One smile, one hug, one word of praise at a time – that’s perhaps the best I can do. May it make a difference. ❤
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Powerful prose and timeless… even in our world today!
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Perhaps ESPECIALLY in our world today! Thanks so much, Bette.
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Oh wow — this is a story for our times. And as the wife of a physician, albeit a retired physician, I can vouch for the moments when they know only too well they are NOT God.
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Juliana definitely needed to come down “a peg or two” and her GI certainly found ways to help her lose her “God” image. I have just been around a bunch of doctors (probably will post next week) and I have nothing but admiration for medical staff. A warm hug to your doctor-man, Elizabeth! ❤
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What a powerful ending.
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Thanks, Jacqui. Not the ending I wanted, but the ending that is our world today. 😦
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This is so beautifully written, Pam, It is also incredibly moving. There are many great reminders in this simple post.
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Thank you so much, Donna. I feel like I “know” Juliana, even though she came to me as a “made-up” character.
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Hi Pam, There is something extra special about many elderly people and especially GI. They often cut to the chase, like you say “blunt.” Oh, gosh, Pam…you made me cry…again. Your gift with timing and with words.❤️😢
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I’ve known and admired women like Granny Iris. And I wonder if I’ll become more like her as I age. Well, maybe not quite so blunt. 🙂 xo
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Good way to run with the prompt, Pam . . . but what a tough way to learn that GI might not be hers to save.
I’ve noticed/discovered that I am happy (for no reason) more often now than in the past. Like your story, I expect this discovery is a by-product of the pandemic ~> I’m doing next to nothing, so I can’t attribute my happiness to external experiences. It’s got to be an inside job.
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What a FABULOUS thing to discover about yourself, Nancy. The perfect “inside Job.” ❤
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There is so much to this story that I loved, Pam. The first things that I thought of were the gifted children I taught. The parents were often excited when their child acquired this label, but it wasn’t always such a blessing. Gifted to them meant, “My child is special.” All parents should feel that way, regardless of a child’s intelligence. While many children grew up to be like the Julianas of the world, others struggled mightily with the increased expectations. My experience with some “gifted” children is that they did not relate well with others and also drove themselves hard because of their perfectionist tendencies. I’ve read the suicide rate is high among gifted children. (Whew, I didn’t know all that was coming out when I first responded.)
Your writing is beautiful. You always get me to buy into your characters. Well done, Pam!
Maybe this isn’t a fair question for you—it’s like asking what is your favorite child—but which of your books do you like the most? I’m going to get it. Your writing is outstanding!
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Pete, I am a huge fan of Pam’s writing, and I am sure all of her books are wonderful. I ordered “Molly Finds Her Purr” for my 4 and 6 year old granddaughters and read it to them over Zoom. They love it! I wrote a post about this book with photos “Connections, Chaos and Fun! Reading to Children in the Zoom Room” if you are curious. Like you say, Pam’s writing is outstanding. 🙂
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Thanks, Erica! I’ll be sure to check that out.
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Uh oh, Erica. I can’t touch the ground ’cause I’m flying high with your compliments. THANK YOU. xo
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I appreciate your comments about gifted children, and second every thing you said. I’ve seen the things you discuss here, and personally, I was in 6th grade when my parents were told I was “extremely gifted” in math. I was tested like I was a monkey, and I reacted by doing as poorly as possible in all of my middle school math classes so by the time I was in high school, I had the reputation of being a failure in math. :–0 Phew, got out of that one, didn’t I? Although in true Karma fashion, my son is off-the-charts in math ability and works in finance. You gotta love how the universe works.
And in response to your praise, I’m delighted you enjoy my characters. I suggest you read my “romantic suspense” novel THE RIGHT WRONG MAN https://www.amazon.com/Right-Wrong-Man-Pamela-Wight-ebook/dp/B00AYNQ7EG/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1386943889&sr=8-1 , e-book or paperback. Many men have given it good reviews (as well as lots of women 🙂 ) It’s “for fun,” and a page-turner. I think you’ll like Meredith.
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Good to know. I’ll pick it up later today. Why not add another to the overloaded TBR list?😎 I appreciate the recommendation. Most people don’t answer the book recommendation question.
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I like your story with the profound ending. Good lessons in there for all of us, if we’re lucky enough to pay attention.
With a hat tip to Nancy in the comments above, I’m happier now, too. Like she said, I’m not doing much so it must be an inside job. Who’d of thought that a pandemic would put me in this headspace?
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I find our “inside job” of happiness confusing also, Ally, since I’ve experienced the same as you and Nancy. Perhaps we have learned to appreciate the “little things” in life even more in this time of being “locked down” and in the middle of a pandemic?
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This was a beautiful, yet heartbreaking story.
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Thanks so much for reading my Juliana story. To looking inside – and knowing ourselves, deeply.
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Beautiful Pam…I do think as we get older and travel a few different roads we do understand that there really are not many miracles waiting in our wings. We all do the best we can and shine every once in a while in the field that we enjoy. I know if any of us could, we would stop this virus but if nothing else we have learned that none of us are in charge…and so we pray. We pray to whoever we think if our higher power…I pray for peace for our country for the dying to stop and for life to go and mostly, I pray for hugs…Blessings my friend to you and yours and your writing.
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Beautiful comment, Cheryl. I send a HUGE HUG to you.
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Wow, that was a hard lesson. A tear-jerker, Pam, and what a dive right into this character. I discovered that I’m pretty good at taking care of old people. I didn’t think I’d have the patience, but its a labor of love that I cherish. It’s been okay. A great question to reflect on. Thank you, my friend. ❤ You didn't tell us what yours is!
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I’m not surprised to learn of your discovery, Diana. Anyone who writes with such empathy, soul-searching, and understanding of their characters as you do, would have empathy and kindness for those who are elderly. We writers know that the older a person is, the more history lives within them of their own pains/sorrows/loves/joys/and experiences. So much to learn from our aged ones, and unfortunately, our society discounts the lessons they can give us. Taking care of “old people” is an honor and a privilege. But I also know it’s not for sissies. Hugs to you.
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Thanks for the lovely reply, Pam. You’re right that our society tend to discount the elderly, but there’s much to teach and share that comes from the experience of aging. Some of us are fortunate enough to apply that experience to writing. A beautiful post, my friend. ❤
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That got the ‘ol bump in the throat formed. Beautifully written, Pam. – Marty
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I’m grateful that Juliana’s story formed a bump in your throat. Mine too, because as Robert Frost said, “no tears for the writer, no tears for the reader.
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You have poured so much truth into this story, Pam. The sadness, tragedy and feeling helplessness and hopelessness is palpable.
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I’m so grateful that my story resonated with you, Norah. Somehow Juliana’s character grew quite lifelike in my telling. She might have started as a character, but I think there are many out there like her. ❤
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Wow! Pam, I love this story filled with the wonderfully crafted characters of Juliane and Granny GI. The latter a kind counter to all the praise heaped on young Juliane during the years. What a most shocking way for Juliane to finally realise that she wasn’t God, no one ever is … we can only try our best. I hope her Granny is okay …
Personally, through necessity, I’m learning to leave my worries behind for longer periods of time and enjoy every day as it happens. I really am impotent in the face of so much and can only try and keep myself and my family safe. Corny, eh?!
Wishing you a lovely Sunday. With hugs winging their way to you. xx ❤️🤗
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NOT CORNY AT ALL, Annika! This is the way we do best in this world – leaving worries behind and focusing on the sweet stuff that floats around us. I’ve been working on living in the “NOW,” not the past or future. Now is pretty wonderful, minute by minute. Flower by flower. Cloud by cloud. Story by Story. And friend to friend. I’m thankful for you… NOW! ❤
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I’ve always enjoyed your short stories, but this one…this one gave me chills. They snuck up on me and bam.
May I respectfully suggest that you publish a book of five-minute-shorts, either with or without a theme. And include this one. -hugs-
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Your words and your suggestion knock me over with surprise and a huge smile. I wasn’t sure if this story of Juliana was “good enough” to share, and yet, it felt so real to me that post it I did. The response has been rewarding.
I am creating an “anthology” of my five-minute shorts (and have been doing so for several months- but you know how it always takes longer than one anticipates). My first book will be my non-fiction flashes of live, and the one after that will be these fictional stories that are so real to many. THANK YOU.
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Good! I’m so glad you’re thinking along the same lines. I’ve been enjoying your shorts for quite a while now and it would be such a shame to let them go to waste! As for Juliana…it seems like such a simple story but boy does it have a layered punch! Definitely ‘good enough’ !!
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Wow, that was some heavy duty character play, from a prompt. I think God is very busy these days. ❤
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I think you’re right! xo
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Isn’t it true that people want to hear flattering words but deep down they want to hear the truth. I liked the fact that Juliane wanted to be a doctor not for anything else but for her beloved Granny GI.
You created a beautiful story about Juliane and Granny GI, Pam. And the ending is so touching.
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Thank you, Miriam. Yes, Juliana and Granny Iris become real breathing beings as I wrote about them, and I think we all learned lessons as we followed Juliana’s path. ❤
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I thought about the delight of grandparenting for the last three years, Pam. Your story is insightful. 💖
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Hola Pamela… lovely story and it really hits home. COVID has certainly made some people more resilient than they thought they were I think. It has also made other recognize priorities and rearrange them. That is what it has done for me. I have my bad days and good days and some feel “normal” but when I go out and see the masks, I feel like I am in the twilight zone and it is surreal. I wish we could just jump to January… 😩 MY grandmother always said not to wish my life away but I just want to go to the point where we are all done with this stuff.
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Ah, your grandmother sounds a bit like Granny Iris. She has left you with wise words and advice. As the world has stopped in some ways, the silence helps us hear what we once missed: the bird calls, the breeze across our face, the gentle “hello” waves from neighbors across the street. These things keep me going, anyway. Love and hugs to you.
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wow Pam you have written a tale that leads perfectly to self-realization… and amidst the outbreak of this pandemic… very well said
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Self-realization is difficult to achieve, and difficult to acknowledge once done so. Juliana seems a courageous woman, to me. THANK you for your comment. ❤
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What have you discovered recently about yourself? That I’m not as blase’ about dying as I thought and really want to live quite a bit longer. Funny how that happens after you get a diagnosis that says otherwise. This is a great story!
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Ohhhh, wow, what a brilliant discovery, and one that I think many of us have crossed as we get nearer to the end, than from the beginning. But in some ways, this kind of discovery helps us appreciate each and every day in magnificent ways. xoxo
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This is very moving Pam, it brought a lump to my throat. So many layers of believing and not believing to find out what so many of us feel about ourselves.
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Yes, Andrea, I like the way you mention LAYERS. I think sometimes we want to think of ourselves as “this,” when really, we are many things, not just “this” or “that.” We are multi-layered, and discovering those layers can be a lifetime’s work.
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How we struggle to believe in ourselves — knowing on the one hand, all the amazing things we have to offer the world, and on the other, feeling short of finding the ways to offer them. Lately, what I’ve learned is that plans can change. What we desired ardently a number of years ago may not be exactly where we want to go today. And it’s OK. Not a failure … just change. And growth.
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Yes, and it helps being reminded that change, even in our own desires, is natural.
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