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It’s Been a Week Since The Call…

Published February 12, 2012 - 2 Comments

Sept 2000

Last Sunday I got the call that we all knew was coming.  Grammy had not been doing very well for awhile and it was only a matter of time.  Mum said that she passed away peacefully at 2:48 in the morning, with her 3 sons by her side.  She was 90.

It’s hard to imagine all that she would have seen in a lifetime spanning 90 years.  The world has changed so much within that period, and continues to change at an even faster pace.  I won’t be around at 90, so I won’t have to worry about it quite as much, but it’s still there.

I found this picture of Grammy and Cecile and I at some formal gathering we had back in 2000.  Judging from the happy look on my face it must have been my wedding.  Ha!  Just kidding… But yeah, it was the wedding.  That picture sits in a plush Goofy frame in Grammy’s room, which always kinda amused me.  I’m not sure why, but it did.

I really should have visited more.  I know that everyone says that, but it’s true.  It’s extremely selfish of me, but I had a very hard time seeing her in declining health, so my visits were few and far between.  I think it goes back to #73 on my list…  I can very clearly remember my last visit.  Karen went with me, and had she not… I don’t think that I would have even gone that day.  It was hard.  I knew that when I walked out of that room, that it would be the last time.

I thought that after a week that I’d be able to write this blog post a little more easily… It’s not happening…

It still amazes me that the majority of drivers will respect a funeral procession and stop their vehicles as the herse passes.  I remember it clearly from my Grampy’s funeral years ago.  I witnessed the exact same thing for Grammy’s too.  I don’t imagine that too many places do that anymore (if they ever did), but it’s a nice gesture.  A reminder that things are different here.

I had planned to write more, but it’s all just swirling around up there, and doesn’t make sense.

I miss you, Grammy.

[I am aware of the formatting error at the bottom of this post, but I can’t seem to correct it, and don’t have the energy at the moment to keep working on it.  I’ll try again later.]