She waited until a week or so ago to tell me.
She thought it might upset me.
My grandma, my mother explained, was not what you thought she was.
To understand the gravity of such a statement you would have to know the history.
I was Grandmas boy…to the extreme.
So extreme that when she was done pouring out her affections on me, there wasn’t much left for anyone else.
She tolerated other humans, but I was the prince of the world.
In her eyes, I could do no wrong…even when caught in the very act of wrong.
My grandfather loathed the little royal imp in her life and looked for every opportunity to tarnish my crown.
One evening I came home so drunk I could barely walk and stumbled through the front room on my way to the bathroom to get sick.
“I told you so!”, he thundered…”He’s DRUNK!”.
He could barely contain his joy at catching me in the arms of hard liquor…which we all knew Grandma despised.
“Shut up, you old bastard!” “He’s got the FLU!”
I laughed about that one for years…how could she possibly not know?
Not only could my Grampa not convince her of my sins, no one else could either.
God help those who tried…and many did.
Whatever I wanted was mine…and she spent a small fortune on making sure that I had all the books and music I desired and I desired a lot of both.
I loved watches and AM radios and I always had the latest one available.
She lost her mind slowly but surely to dementia…after she died they found a drawer full of watches and AM radios still in their packaging.
Evidently, she would forget she bought them and buy more every trip to town.
Even in her delirium, I remained her boy.
She was not what you thought, my mom explained…
Grandma was a bit wild…quite a bit wild…in the years before I was born.
I found the details interesting, but unimportant and thought no more of it until a few minutes ago when four words woke me up.
She knew all along…
We all believed she was willfully blind to what a hellion I was… naive and ignorant, unwilling to either hear or speak a word that besmirched my character.
Now I know the truth.
She knew I was a teenage drunk, a skirt chasing menace to all that was holy and pure in our little town.
She knew I wasn’t out late studying, I was out late with the girls and the whiskey I stole from Grampa.
She knew Grampa was right.
She knew…but refused to let others know so she could protect me.
She knew…and didn’t care what anyone else thought of her.
She knew…but chose to believe the best about me anyway.
She knew…but love covered a multitude of sins.
She knew… but sacrificed herself for my benefit.
I heard the Lord chuckle as I rose from my bed to write this.
“I know too” He said.
Make your own application…