Well i am sad to say that my grandma has just passed away. After a valiant battle with the dreaded c. All i can think is how ill never get to hear her voice again, the gentle finnish lilt, a remnant of her origin, and the way she spoke! Now when my grandma spoke, people sat up and listened. She had a certain air of authority about her, in anyone else it would have been arrogance, but she also had a certain grace about her.
A very proud woman, my grandma. Strong and independant. The matriach of the family.
She always curled her hair with curlers at night, and always painted her nails. Thinking back, autumn was my grandmas theme. She always had bronze nails.
Anyway, life is full of regrets and im adding a few more to the count, there are stories now ill never hear and nothing can change that.
So my advice for the day, take the time to get to know those close to you, you never know when they'll be far away. And for the ones that arent close to you, think about whether they should be.
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