remembering my grandmother.

in her later years, my Grandmother had a hard time hearing. you had to speak really loudly for her to hear you.
one thing that characterized her was her desire to pray, no matter what the situation, no matter where the circumstance. she loved to pray.

so the best was when we'd be sitting in a prayer gathering and someone might be saying a prayer in a low voice, one that was clearly inaudible to her, and she would just begin to chant, in her sweet Persian voice, she would chant the verses of God. completely unaware that she had just interrupted someone. so the whole room would stop, and wait for her to finish. she'd just interrupt whenever she felt like it, although to her it wasn't really interrupting.

today i was in a prayer gathering. and a woman started to say a prayer in a very soft voice. half way through her prayer, a woman in her 80's, wearing a beautiful shade of blue, began saying a prayer in Spanish. right there, over the previous readers voice, she just started and continued. completely and blissfully unaware.

and immediately, i was reminded. tears sprang to my eyes so easily and just streamed down my cheeks. i wasn't expecting it at all. but in that moment i couldn't think of anything but my grandmother and how she would have done the same.

as if face to face with her memory, i sobbed. for a few minutes. remembering her.
it felt good to remember.
God sent me that sweet old woman and her Spanish prayer.