After enjoying a delicious dinner prepared by my moms husband Steve, my grandma and I were getting in the car to go home. Grandma struggled with zipping up her purse- and after several failed attempts because her hand was shaking (from the Parkinson's) she gave up and started giggling.
I saw the struggle, the effort, the frustration, the release and then the beauty of her willingness to accept where she is at and make peace with it...
It was at first sad, and then incredible to me.
My Grandma Shaffer is the strongest person I know.
Life is short. Her faith is strong, and she's not going to waste a second of it worrying about a zipper!
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