Everyone has a story to tell

I have often said every person has a story to tell.
Some people have a great ability to tell tales about themselves, their lives or other things of great interest to others. Others are quiet and meek, rarely telling of the things they have experienced in their lives.
Over the weekend I attended a funeral for my fiancee's grandmother. She was nearly 90... only weeks away from her birthday, when she passed away on Wednesday.
I met Grandma Ruth about a half dozen times and really did not know much about her other than she was grandma.
She was frail looking when I met her and I could never have imagined what she was actually like in her younger days.
Upon her death I learned so much about this woman that I had wished I had asked questions of her when she was alive.
I learned that as a young woman she loved to drive an Indian Motorcycle! Really?!!! Grandma rode a motorcycle!
She also worked during WW II riveting the wings of B17 bombers.
Her nick name back then was "Blondie". Having helped put the memory board together on Friday, I saw why. She was stunning in her youth and very spry.
Ruth loved the outdoors. She loved to cross country ski, gardening, bird watching and to plant trees.
Oh the stories she could have told me and many others.
Her husband was in the navy and she and her son Jim, travelled all over the world to be with him as he worked.
Ruth, the frail old lady I knew, was definitely more than met the eye.
I am sad it took her death for me to learn so much about her.

–Until then,
Ken