Grandma McCauley ...
I found out last night that my grandmother passed away.
She was 104, my father's mother, and was amazing in that she was very mobile, sharp and with it until, I am sure, the last. She had a long, full life, was one of the Greatest Generation, sat on Mark Twain's lap as a child, and although I only got to be around her a few times in my life, I am glad that I knew her - I never got to meet my grandfather, who died when I was 4. I can only hope to live even half as long and just as full of a life as her.
... I am almost more upset, though, at the fact that this comes nearly three weeks late, and through a cousin who finally found me on Facebook. I know my Aunt, who lived with her, and I had kind of lost touch, but I could swear she had my mom's number - she could've called, at least. I'm rather hurt by this. It was very surreal, to get this kind of information in such a strange and informal medium. I'm grateful that my cousin did get through to me but ... still. Upsetting.
Ah well.
She was 104, my father's mother, and was amazing in that she was very mobile, sharp and with it until, I am sure, the last. She had a long, full life, was one of the Greatest Generation, sat on Mark Twain's lap as a child, and although I only got to be around her a few times in my life, I am glad that I knew her - I never got to meet my grandfather, who died when I was 4. I can only hope to live even half as long and just as full of a life as her.
... I am almost more upset, though, at the fact that this comes nearly three weeks late, and through a cousin who finally found me on Facebook. I know my Aunt, who lived with her, and I had kind of lost touch, but I could swear she had my mom's number - she could've called, at least. I'm rather hurt by this. It was very surreal, to get this kind of information in such a strange and informal medium. I'm grateful that my cousin did get through to me but ... still. Upsetting.
Ah well.