The enormous pile of laundry next to me on the couch, and the pile of shirts and tablecloth that need ironing are beckoning to me. But before I attend to those, I have to express thanks to my Nana Emilie for something really important that she passed on to me.
|Nana & Coco, 1960s|
|Emilie Bloch, Mills College, ca. 1925|
|Nana & Coco with Deb, Jim & me in their garden|
|Nana telling me that "the wedding is just the beginning; it's the marriage that matters!"|
When Nana was getting rather elderly, she used to say that grandchildren were the great compensation for growing old.
Today, I went to see my massage therapist. The reason that I have a massage therapist is that Nana Emilie used to have a massage every week (toward the end of her life - in her 90s - she had massage twice a week). Nana introduced us to massage by giving us the gift of occasional appointments with her Swiss massage therapist, Mireille, who I love. We secretly thought this weekly appointment was a bit of a wicked extravagence on Nana's part, particularly since she didn't do any real manual labor or exercise that made it seem necessary. I couldn't imagine taking the time and funds to have a massage regularly - until Katie passed away. After that, I gave up one big luxury (housecleaning help) in order to have a massage every other week. I clean my own house, so I can have massage therapy; it's a worthwhile trade. I wouldn't have it unless Nana Emilie had set the example that showed that it is a huge help to our health, and that we are worth it. It has been an essential component of my grief healing work. Meeting Mireille, and learning from her, made a huge impression upon me; Mireille is a healer. Sadly, she moved back to Switzerland a few years ago, but happily, she is back here visiting now - and we are going to see her next week!
Thank you, Nana Emilie, for teaching me about one of the greatest therapies in my life! I don't know what I would do without it now.