And so it goes....
It is a strange and perhaps quite fortunate fact of my life that in 27 years, I"ve never lost a grandparent.
Until today.
My grandmother (my father's mother, for those of you who know the family....Mrs. Clark is still quite well) died this evening, rather unexpectedly.
It strangely worked out rather well, as I had to go fetch my phone to get a coworker/friends number about 30 minutes before I was going to get out of work. Thus I got the message while still there, and I was able to work out taking time off without any awkward phone calls.
There's not much to be done tomorrow, and with a snow storm coming in I'm probably going to be sitting at home by myself for a while....meaning I will get a chance to both celebrate my grandmother's life and mourn her death in a way her sometimes sweet, sometimes stubborn, often baffling heart would have truly appreciated: midday drinking and maybe a soap opera or two, for old times sake.
From princess crowns to tennis lessons, from snakes in the kitchen to mice in the couch, from telling me my pajamas were too prudish to telling me my husband was a catch because he was so cute, I'll miss you Granmere. I'm so glad you made it to my wedding, even if there were no martinis. Your life and love, while not without their flaws, made me a better person.
The Gnomes and Fairy books have been sitting on my bookshelf, but tonight, I'm taking them to bed with me, and I hope that when I fall asleep reading them, somewhere somehow, you will look down on me and smile, just like you always have.
Until today.
My grandmother (my father's mother, for those of you who know the family....Mrs. Clark is still quite well) died this evening, rather unexpectedly.
It strangely worked out rather well, as I had to go fetch my phone to get a coworker/friends number about 30 minutes before I was going to get out of work. Thus I got the message while still there, and I was able to work out taking time off without any awkward phone calls.
There's not much to be done tomorrow, and with a snow storm coming in I'm probably going to be sitting at home by myself for a while....meaning I will get a chance to both celebrate my grandmother's life and mourn her death in a way her sometimes sweet, sometimes stubborn, often baffling heart would have truly appreciated: midday drinking and maybe a soap opera or two, for old times sake.
From princess crowns to tennis lessons, from snakes in the kitchen to mice in the couch, from telling me my pajamas were too prudish to telling me my husband was a catch because he was so cute, I'll miss you Granmere. I'm so glad you made it to my wedding, even if there were no martinis. Your life and love, while not without their flaws, made me a better person.
The Gnomes and Fairy books have been sitting on my bookshelf, but tonight, I'm taking them to bed with me, and I hope that when I fall asleep reading them, somewhere somehow, you will look down on me and smile, just like you always have.
posted by bs king at 10:22 PM
1 Comments:
My condolences. Losing a grandparent is a strange thing... with each that I've lost, I've found I've missed them each in peculiar, unexpected ways. I suppose that's the way it is with all death, though.
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