she was 92. its ok, i'm ok. last time i was in england i spend some quality time with her and knew it would be my last time seeing her. i have closure and know she's better off, it was what she wanted. she was ready. i'd like to remind you please don't give your condolences, i don't feel its appropriate. it makes me feel uncomfortable seeing as we weren't close and i didn't really know her very well. regardless of that, i do love her and i'd like to pay tribute to her in this post.
my grandma was born in england, but lived and was raised in scotland. her name was mary. she met my grandpa when she was 11 years old, he was 13. he claimed the first time he saw her he thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. his name was bobby.
i have her brown eyes and her excellent memory. she liked to do crossword puzzles and read street-signs outloud just like i do.
this is a picture them, it's old, i would guess early 90s if not late 80s. they were married for 63 years. my grandpa adored her. he died on xmas eve 2001, 2 days before our flight to england for a visit.i wrote an entry about her last november. it echos a lot of what i'm feeling right now. disappointment. a sense of loss of what never was. i'd like to direct you to that since i don't want to repeat myself – the link is at the bottom of this entry. when i was reading this i was quite entertained by the comment conversation melinda & i had. funny. i miss that girl. this afternoon i was thinking about how much i'd love to just sit in my kitchen drinking tea with her.
knickers let me have this afternoon off. she was funny though, when i first got there, she came into my cube and said "sit down". i sat. she told me it was fine if i wanted the time off instead of the money, then she asked "is everything ok?". i told her i appreciated the concern i just have a lot to do, but still i blushed so i fear i may not have been convincing. but i really am ok. i just blush extremely easily.
well my laundry is done, so i should go pick it up at the laundromat. thanks for visiting. i appreciate sharing about my granny, it helps work out my feelings about it.
http://magoog.blogspot.com/2005/11/smorgasbord.html
life was meant for the living.
6 comments:
i wonder if the real reason you directed us to that old entry was because you wanted us to read your bizarre comment conversation with melinda. it was entertaining. wackos (wih love).
ps are you?
no, it really was because of my grandma blurb. i didn't realize it was the 55 comment entry. still it is pretty funny, i had quite a giggle re-reading it. good times.
I was impressed to see the 55 comments as well. I thought your readership had dropped off in a year, until I read them.
Where in England was she born? Did she move to Scotland because of the war? I ask because I also have an English granny of about the same age.
she was born in yorkshire. i don't actually know why she moved there. i don't think it was war related. see this is exactly why i'll miss my grandma because my mom never remembers this information and now i'll never know the answer :( no it couldn't have been war related because she was 11 and that would have made it mid-1920s.
Wow! That's impressive...55 comments!!! My friends and family are starting to seem very inadequate right now!!!
Can I blog about how spectacular your blog is?!?!?
hahaha, that would be funny. although, those 55 comments don't reflect of the number of visitors to pspd. no, they better reflect how odd we are ;)
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