Lately, I have been thinking about what are the qualities that one must possess to be a great dame. Is it a lost art? For the better part of my life, as a young woman I was always enamored with my elders. I have great respect for them and the strength, conviction and longevity.
My Mother recently lost a dear friend who was 103 years old. She would often ring my Mother with a grocery list. When my Mother would deliver the goods, she would always want her to come in and have some tea or hot coffee with a small piece of chocolate. She told my mother it was that tiny piece of chocolate that kept her strong, and kept her going.
The other day on a walk, I met a woman, an elderly woman who was stunning and kind. I would refer to her as a great dame. What makes a great dame, is it suffering that gives way to courage?