Monday, February 6, 2012

GRANDPARENTLESS

My grandma is dead. My last grandparent. The grandfinale, you could say.

And I’m glad.

If I have any wit at all, it came from Betty. And that sharp wit of a bright mind, for years, remained snared in a body beaten. There was a stroke. There was cancer. There was mostly though old age that kept at her until the body gave.

With a mind that remained—she needed to go.

And finally she did.

And, for her, I’m glad.

Us—'round about 4.5 years ago.

2 comments:

My25Cents said...

You have her cheekbones.

She was beautiful...And will always be.

Positive thoughts from across the continent.

Sparks said...

25, thank you! I feel the good vibes for sure!

(And thanks for the nice cheekbone comment. She was--is--a truly fantastic gal.)