this is not the end
last week, my awesome grandma died. i went to the memorial service on saturday. i have been sad for the past week, but i suppose not super-sad, because i realize what a great, long life she lived, and she was always happy and loving.
i heard great stories at the memorial service... from family and friends and her co-workers, about how giving and non-judgemental she was. my aunt had some of the best stories, recalling about how my grandma was a self-described "sexy broad" (and had six kids to prove it!); how she was a gifted pianist; a generous soul who always gave money to and talked to street people; and about her early career as a flight attendant, back in the day when flight attendants had to also be nurses and weren't allowed to be married! well, she was also a nurse! and she concealed her marriage status by wearing her ring on a chain under her dress. what an awesome, fearless woman.
i wish i had more memories of my grandma. i do remember that she was a great crib player, and could also kick my ass in scrabble. she was fiercely competitive, in the best kind of way.
most important of all, she treated everyone as an equal.
i love you, grandma!
at the memorial service, my aunt gave me a whole bunch of old photos of me, from when i was a wee little boy. they are hilarious. i am going to scan them and put them online.
i heard great stories at the memorial service... from family and friends and her co-workers, about how giving and non-judgemental she was. my aunt had some of the best stories, recalling about how my grandma was a self-described "sexy broad" (and had six kids to prove it!); how she was a gifted pianist; a generous soul who always gave money to and talked to street people; and about her early career as a flight attendant, back in the day when flight attendants had to also be nurses and weren't allowed to be married! well, she was also a nurse! and she concealed her marriage status by wearing her ring on a chain under her dress. what an awesome, fearless woman.
i wish i had more memories of my grandma. i do remember that she was a great crib player, and could also kick my ass in scrabble. she was fiercely competitive, in the best kind of way.
most important of all, she treated everyone as an equal.
i love you, grandma!
at the memorial service, my aunt gave me a whole bunch of old photos of me, from when i was a wee little boy. they are hilarious. i am going to scan them and put them online.