Last night my family went from 5 to 4 generations with the passing of our matriarch. My grandmother died peacefully in her sleep at the ripe age of 105.
She was born in 1912. Two years before WW1 and two months after The Titanic sank. The world was indeed a much different place than we know it now. Imagine what stories died with her. We compare present day to our lives in the 80s and 90s and technological changes. Imagine the changes she experienced. Not just cell phones but phones period! Then computers. A total societal shift of things once held dearly. Things once embraced now being shunned and vice versa. Some things you never understood, like how today’s kids were so spoiled. I bet you felt lost in your own world. You probably mentally lived in your past. Oh granny how I wish I could have documented your life…
Nennie, as we all called her, was in a league of her own. What a woman! A fighter right up to the very end.
Her stories at bedtime were legendary although I wish she had shared more of her own personal journey with us, those she kept locked away inside forever.
My Granny walked a long arduous path and made it to the end. Even though her death was inevitable she still leaves a void that could never be filled.
Rest in peace Nennie. Memories of you will live on forever.
Please also read: https://myvuze.wordpress.com/2015/06/27/memories-of-my-centenarian-granny/