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My great-grandmother died in 2005 when she was 104 years old. That's a long ass time to live.
Growing up I had limited time with her, she lived in California and I was always in boring ass Virginia. But the few times I did spend with her I remember her as the most kind, special old lady you could meet. One can only imagine how much she's seen and felt throughout the entired century of her life. I do wish that I could have gotten to know her life, her troubles, her triumphs, and that I could have said goodbye.
In a silly way, I somewhat did last night. I had a dream in which I went to a strange house and saw here there, all jolly and listening to old blues records from the 1930s (whether or not she actually liked blues is a mystery, most likely not though...American blues never really got into the Salvodorean countryside). I spend maybe 5 minutes with her, and turned around to see she wasn't there. It was like seeing a ghost within a dream, which is kinda cool.
So that was a goodbye of sorts, good stuff
Growing up I had limited time with her, she lived in California and I was always in boring ass Virginia. But the few times I did spend with her I remember her as the most kind, special old lady you could meet. One can only imagine how much she's seen and felt throughout the entired century of her life. I do wish that I could have gotten to know her life, her troubles, her triumphs, and that I could have said goodbye.
In a silly way, I somewhat did last night. I had a dream in which I went to a strange house and saw here there, all jolly and listening to old blues records from the 1930s (whether or not she actually liked blues is a mystery, most likely not though...American blues never really got into the Salvodorean countryside). I spend maybe 5 minutes with her, and turned around to see she wasn't there. It was like seeing a ghost within a dream, which is kinda cool.
So that was a goodbye of sorts, good stuff