You know that question, "If you could have dinner with anyone (alive or dead) who would you choose?" Have you ever answered that question? The possibilities are incredible.
I've thought about this question many times. I'm not really big on celebrities, so it probably wouldn't be one of them. I do like deep thinkers. I've thought about Mother Theresa, the Dali Lama, Einstein. And Jesus. Who wouldn't want to spend time with Jesus?
But none of these would be my choice.
My choice would be my grandma. She was the greatest influence for good in my life. She was the person who made me believe in myself. She always made me feel important. And loved. And valued.
And I miss her.
At first I think I would want her to cook so that I could taste those moments of joy again. Those dishes that no one else makes like she did. That little bite of heaven.
Then I think I would want to cook for her, to repay her. To show her that I was listening to the things she taught me. To share something wonderful I discovered.
Eventually I realize it doesn't matter. We wouldn't need to eat. That really has nothing to do with the idea of this dinner.
We would be together. We would talk. I could tell her about all the difficult things in my life. She could point out the ways they've helped me to grow. I could tell her about all the wonderful things in my life. She could help me recognize God's hand in them.
And I would listen so much more.
So much of my life with her was while I was young and so self-centered. I wish I'd allowed her to talk more. I'm sad about the parts of her I don't know because I was worried about my own life. My time spent with her was before I really knew how to slow down and just be in that moment.
But even if I went on and on, she would radiate love. She would be glad to be with me, too. And when it was time to go she would tell me how much she loved me. She would tell me to be good. And as she hugged me she would give me those rapid, successive kisses on my cheek.
I want to be like her when I grow up.