My grandmother would have been 95 today. She had her quirks, she wasn’t a good cook, she didn’t knit or sew. She did have a brief enthusiasm for painting water colours in the 1970s and went to every producution of our local theatre company until she became ill.
She was the daughter of Finn immigrants, graduated highschool and became a book keeper. She married my Grandfather who was in the RAF in 1940 and became a war widow 11 months after she married. (My dad was born 43 weeks after her marriage) She only had the one son, my father. She moved back in with her mother, raised a son as a single mom in the 1940s and 1950s. Eventually she remarried, a Captain on the laker boats and had a pretty good life. She and grandpa travelled, vacationed in Arizona, had a summer camp (cottage) mear the city.
She had two grandchildren, me and my brother. She spoiled us as rotten as my parents would let her. No Christmas or birthday was complete until grandma had overspent. I was the daughter she never had and she lavished all her cravings to by lacy pink things upon me.
Alzheimers took her mind away a few years before he passed away in 2008. I was holding her hand when she took her final breaths. I have no issues with how she died. I cried at her funeral, but mostly held it together for Dad. I then proceeded to bawl for a week. My grieving isn’t blocked or delayed, I just miss her today, thats all. I didnt cry on her birthday in 2009 or last year, but today I’m ready to tear up at the slightest thing.
I went and bought a birthday cake and ate it on her good china. It helps, but I miss my Grandma.