Early Saturday morning my grandmother died.
Covid.
She was in a care home in Edmonton. Last weekend we learned about it. It’s been a tough week.
Kathren was 106.
Lots to unpack for me and my family.
A little more about Kathren.
She was always courageous and hard working but mostly compassionate, polite and balanced. As people around her passed on, younger people, my mom’s friends, would befriend her because she was really a sweet old lady, funny and she loved to laugh.
When I close my eyes and think of it I can feel her gentle hand rubbing my little childhood back. It’s one of the few clear memories I have from early childhood. Her hand must have been 1/3 the size of my little back. I’d sit beside her. She must have loved it. Me too.
Every time I think of her rubbing my back I fight back the tears.
In my late 20s we often went to the opera together. That was a lot of fun.
She was always so well put together. It mattered to her. I loved being on her arm.
As tough as she was, (and frugal) having lived through the depression the most difficult thing was the suicide of her son, Gerald, in the late 70s. Jerry to us, took his own life in his early 20s. I remember him as soft, artistic, very gentle. He was very sweet to us kids.
Kathren and her husband John were huge fans of WKRP. As a teen I’d go over and I had to be quiet as they watched the reruns. Barney Miller was also a special event. As an adult I’ve watched every episode. It’s that good. WKRP is hilarious.
Thanks everyone for your thoughtful and caring comments.
I can’t respond to them all right now. 🥰
Busy busy at work (law office in a pandemic) child care and an unexpected plumbing repair tonight kept me busy.
Glad I’m a 1/2 decent amateur plumber. 😅
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