Wow, I can't believe it's been six years. So much time and also none at all.
May the week and month treat you gently, and beyond.
It's because we've now known each other for ten million years, is why.
We have! And I am making company chicken for dinner tonight. <3
Hurrah! I made it last week.
I know that feeling that someone is missing. *Hugs*
I hope you won't think I'm being strange or flippant when I say that your grandparents had one of the greatest blessings two human beings can have. chorale
and I have been together for just under 30 years (we're celebrating our 30th year of cohabitation by seeing Age of Ultron
on opening day), and we've thought for many years about the Greek story of Baucis and Philemon, the poor couple who gave the best of what they had to three visitors who, unknown to them, were gods, and who, granted a wish, asked that they would die at the same time, so neither would be left without the other.
I see why Baucis and Philemon asked for that, but I'm really glad we've gotten to keep Grandma for another six years and counting, and I think Grandpa would be glad too.
Oh, my misunderstanding. I thought by "the same day" you meant, literally, the same day; it seems you meant the same calendar date, which didn't even occur to me as an interpretation.
Or are you saying your grandmother has not died yet? ". . . another six years and counting . . ." seems to imply that, in which case long life to her.
Gran was Grandpa's mom, not his wife. She died thirteen years before he did on the same calendar date.
Grandma is still alive.
I see that this is not intuitive usage, that "Gran" and "Grandma" are not the same person or that "Gran" was necessarily a great-grandmother rather than a grandmother. And actually I picked up calling her "Gran" from my mom, whose grandmother she was.
I'm very lucky. I got to keep Gran until I was 17 and Great-Grandma Lingen until I was in my twenties, and by 17 I had left for college already, so this really qualifies as getting to know two of my great-grandmothers more or less as an adult. Even if it was only a tiny sliver of adult with Gran.
(I don't have a Gran icon, alas; all of my icons are more recent than 1996.)
Ah. No, I think of "Gran" as obviously short for "Grandmother," not for "Great-grandmother." Of course my great-grandmothers were gone before I was born, as far as I know; at any rate I have no memory of ever seeing them. My mother was her mother's fifth and last, and I was born when she was thirty, so there was a big gap. But still, I've always before encountered "Gran" as meaning "Grandmother," shortened from "Granny."
In my particular clan, though, everyone called my mother's mother "Mom," including all the grandchildren. I'm not sure what my cousins called their mothers; my sister and I called ours by her first name. Family nomenclature can be really nonstandard, eh?
Yeah, I didn't actually call Great-Grandma Lingen "Great-Grandma Lingen" most of the time, I just called her "Grandma Lingen." I know great-grandparents who are "GG" (for Great-Grandma) or "Mamaw" or heaven knows what. One of my aunts-in-law has decided that she is "Mimi" to her grandkids. Hard to predict.
That's hard; I hope knowing what your brain is doing will help make it easier to get through this week.
Hugs, and sending solidarity to you - my similar time is end of Aug (when we lost my Grandpa) and end of Sept (when I lost my Marco), but I try to off-set it with the good echoes, eg end of March when Jazzy came home with me! There are a lot of tough medical procedures about at the moment and it is hard to be able to do nothing... Hugs again!
I am not such a big fan of March, myself. Never knew all my grandparents, great-grandparents were decades gone before I came along. It seems remarkable to me that you knew yours. Remarkable and lucky.
:quiet Scandasotan supportiveness:
I imagine that I understand why brains evolved to permanently attach negative associations to whatever was around when something bad happened. Regardless, it sucks.
There is a plum tree in my back yard that was in glorious bloom the day my mom died (4 years ago). It stays in bloom for several weeks. I see it from where I sit at my computer, and every time I see the blooms I think of her. So every year since then it has been a long month.
Oh, I bet. I'm sorry. Brains.