My Grandma Died at 104 Years Old — Here Are the Eloquent Life Lessons She Taught Me
It’s time to share her wisdom with the world.
Imagine growing up before the great depression and living through the invention of the telephone, commercial air flight, many world wars, and the joy of owning a car for the first time when all you ever knew before the car was a horse and cart.
That was what it was like to be my grandma. At 104 years of age, she decided she had enough and stopped eating. She died shortly after.
My grandma was one of those once in a lifetime people that broke all the rules and refused to live life like anybody else. At her core she was humble, incredibly generous, a beautiful soul and would subtly impart timeless advice.
Her husband was a potato farmer who died before I was born, so we never got to talk veggie shop or potato entrepreneurship. Hopefully, he would be proud of the grandson he never met because I’m proud of the legacy he left.
Here are the eloquent life lessons my grandma left behind:
Always wake up with a stupidly big smile
I remember waking up at my grandma’s place and walking into the living room where there was…
