Wednesday, April 28, 2010
well, glory be!
My grandmother passed away this morning. At 99, she had lived a long and full life. The oldest of 12 siblings, Granny was mother to 4, grandmother to 8 and great-grandmother to 9. The quintessential character [my family is full of them!], Granny said she didn't want her obituary to be long, because if someone truly cared about her they'd be able to fill in the details for themselves. That is what I've been doing this morning. As I've gotten older, my time with Granny has been less, but many of my most vivid childhood memories center around time spent at her house with my cousin Sally--the times when Granny would take down her trademark bun and chase us around, her long hair and laugh reminding us of a witch; or when we'd rummage through her great collection of costume jewelry, certain that she was a millionaire in hiding. Frozen pizzas, bleeding-hearts, cardinals, to-go boxes...the list of memories with Granny goes on and on...and for this I am very thankful.