[FONT=Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif] my Grandmother passed away last night, after 6 months of deterioration with mini-strokes in her sleep left her unable to swallow, talk, or move her left hand side.
She lived through WWII, started work at 14 (started smoking then also), and worked hard in cleaning jobs before her and Grandad started a fruit and vegetable shop.
When my sister was born a paraplegic, with high needs from my parents, I'd stay at my Grandparent's place every second Wednesday, through Sunday. Mum, Dad and my sister would come up for Sunday lunch, and we'd go home.
She always had time for a 3 year old in the back of the shop, even while working 10 hour days.
Tomorrow I drive down to my favourite place in the world, which will be empty...first time that the house has been truly empty in nearly 80 years.
(I think I'll be playing Long Distance Runner most of the way down there...seems appropriate)
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She lived through WWII, started work at 14 (started smoking then also), and worked hard in cleaning jobs before her and Grandad started a fruit and vegetable shop.
When my sister was born a paraplegic, with high needs from my parents, I'd stay at my Grandparent's place every second Wednesday, through Sunday. Mum, Dad and my sister would come up for Sunday lunch, and we'd go home.
She always had time for a 3 year old in the back of the shop, even while working 10 hour days.
Tomorrow I drive down to my favourite place in the world, which will be empty...first time that the house has been truly empty in nearly 80 years.
(I think I'll be playing Long Distance Runner most of the way down there...seems appropriate)
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