Saying goodbye

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As I mentioned last week, my grandmother passed away on Saturday.  Finally, a week later, we got to say our proper goodbyes.  Officially.  It’s one thing to mourn someone’s passing, but it really is something entirely different to actually attend the service.

All week I’ve been thinking about posting another entry about my memories of her and what she meant to me.  Of course, having her funeral a week, 6 days, 5 days, 4 days… away always gave me time to put it off.  I guess I’m a procrastinator.  Again, it’s one thing to know it, it’s another to put it down in writing.

I’m going to go really deep into memories and remembrances, it just feel too personal (so there is something I won’t blog about!), but I will tell you why the photo that I uncovered last week and that I am using again today is so dear to me.  This is taken straight from an email I sent to Sarah last week.

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That photo was a surprise find.  In fact, it was one of me, my Dad and her, I just cropped it so she was the only one in it.  It was taken a few years ago on Canada Day.  She was already ailing by then.  She used to be this coiffed, spike heeled, totally done up woman, but by the time this was taken, she’d already lost the ability to keep up with that.  The thing that got me about it was that she has that can of Lucky in her hand.  It is a very cheap beer (I don’t know if it’s only sold in Canada or not) and she used to drink it all the time. She loved it.  When I started the job I’m at now, I ran into someone who used to hang out with my parents back in the day.  First she told me ‘I haven’t seen you since you were this big…’ and then she asked how my grandmother was.  She told me ‘That woman could drink more beer than any man I know.’  My aunt and I always joke that it must run in the family.  It was special to me that she had that can in her hand in that photo.  It was a funny memory. 

And so, on Saturday night, following the service, after everyone had finished off their coffee and cake and said their goodbyes, we all went back to my grandfather’s place and toasted Grannie with countless cans of Lucky Lager.  It may have been cheap, but it was good.

 

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9 Responses to “Saying goodbye”

  1. Bex Says:

    That was a nice tribute to her. (The post, I mean, not just the Lucky Lager.) I love the story!

  2. Vanessa Says:

    I am so very sorry for your loss. She sounded like a marvelous woman! cheers to her life. Hugs. Vanessa

  3. mrsmogul Says:

    Lucky lager yeah! I am sorry about your loss and your tribute is so sweet! Nice pic of her!

  4. Courtney Says:

    Beautiful post, Carly.

  5. flap Says:

    She would have loved it.

  6. sherry Says:

    Excellent post Carly!

  7. kelly Says:

    I love the tribute with the Lucky – that’s awesome!

  8. Kristin Says:

    I am glad you were able to have such a wonderful grandmother. Not everyone is so lucky. And you have all these sweet and cozy memories to keep with you for always. I am sorry for your loss…

  9. rachael Says:

    I’m sorry to hear about your loss. Beautiful post.

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