Today (Sunday) would have been Gramma’s 100th birthday. It’s been nearly six years since she’s been gone. I wrote this when she died.
This year, Mum and Dad celebrated with Italian cake and Rudi and I with cannoli. Gramma did love her Italian pastries
I hadn’t expected a wave of tears to smack me upside the head while I was writing this, but it did. Gramma’s death was the first time I learned you could cry in your sleep, but it’s been a long while since she died. And mostly I’m at the point where I think about her fondly or use her still as an impetus to get though a tedious chore.
But this week also marks a one-year anniversary of a different type of loss, and I assume I’ve conflated the two, reimbuing my mourning for my grandmother with the weight of all I and my family have missed since last March.
Be kind to yourselves this week and kind to others. And, for goodness’ sake, have a cookie and a cup of tea. It helps.
You all look so happy. What wonderful tears those are . I often well up when I speak of my mom and my Nana. Grateful and warm tears. Grief is so never ending, although it certainly lessened for me in time
Comment by kathy b 03.08.21 @ 6:45 pmMy condolences! I lost my grandmother 6 years ago yesterday (we had a memorial Mass for her) and she was about 7 weeks away from her 100th birthday. She would have been infuriated to miss it! She was a big fan of Obama and I had ordered her a birthday greeting from the White House. Of course, by the time it arrived I had forgotten about it and my mother was very surprised to get it forwarded to her.
Comment by Constance 03.09.21 @ 12:55 am