Veronika
That's my grandma, or as we called her Mammaw. She passed away today. She was 92. She lived a long, good life, but I will still miss her. I wasnt the best granddaughter. I hadnt seen her in years. But fortuneately I got to see her this past September when the other hurricane (not Katrina) hit Houston. She was in a nursing home there and was brought to Dallas for safe keeping. I got see her than. And I apologized to her for not being a good granddaughter. I wish I was. I wish I was more like my sister. My sister made a point to be in her life, but they were always close. My sister shows no emotion usually. She rarely lets anyone into her world. When I called her she was crying. That makes me feel so bad. I love my sister. I hope she knows. I love my Mammaw, too. I hope she knew that too. The circle of life continues, hopefully I'm pregnant and I will name my baby girl Veronika. Veronika with a K, because that was my Mammaw.
EDIT: This song ALWAYS, ALWAYS reminded me of my Mammaw, obviously because of the song title, I never really knew all the words, so I looked them up, they seem so much more poignant now.
Veronica by Elvis Costello
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have
sworn that her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her
own and a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her
name is Veronica
[Chorus:]
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town all the time?
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at
the door, reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
On the "Empress of India"
And as she closed her eyes upon the world and
picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name outloud again
[Chorus]
Veronica sits in her favourite chair and she sits
very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get
right and if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her
own, with devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me anything you like, but
my name is Veronica"
[Chorus]
EDIT: This song ALWAYS, ALWAYS reminded me of my Mammaw, obviously because of the song title, I never really knew all the words, so I looked them up, they seem so much more poignant now.
Veronica by Elvis Costello
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have
sworn that her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her
own and a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her
name is Veronica
[Chorus:]
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town all the time?
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at
the door, reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
On the "Empress of India"
And as she closed her eyes upon the world and
picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name outloud again
[Chorus]
Veronica sits in her favourite chair and she sits
very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get
right and if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her
own, with devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me anything you like, but
my name is Veronica"
[Chorus]