Wednesday, June 08, 2011

April 7th, 2011

photo.jpg, originally uploaded by Rosemary Grace.

On April 7th, my Grandmother Sue died. It was not completely unexpected. She was in the hospital recovering from a fall and the removal of a benign mass in her intestines. She was recovering well, and then all of a sudden she wasn't.

Her decline was rapid. My mother just made it to her bedside, flying from Scotland to LA, picked up by Matt and me at the airport and driving straight to the local hospital. After the gathering of the clan at her hospital bedside, Granny Sue was transported back home to my Aunt's house and laid in her own bed. She was gone within the hour.

This coming Sunday would have been her 95th birthday. Gardens and hummingbirds, and particularly forget-me-nots will always remind me of her sweet presence and sometimes wicked sense of humour. Wicked, but never mean. She embodied the spirit of loving kindness, and in her absence I am trying to carry a little more kindness and forgiveness in my heart.


Isabelle said...

Oh, Rosie, I am sorry. 95 is a good age, but all the same. How nice, though, to be remembered from gardens and hummingbirds.

Anonymous said...

It's bad to hear about your Grand mother and 95 is a good age but we can't do anything and you are doping good. Keep it up,