Grandparents have been on my mind quite a bit as my grandmother died last month after a long illness and just a few weeks later it was the anniversary of my grandfather’s death. It’s been 26 years and I still miss him a lot. I was driving along a few years ago and all of a sudden I could FEEL him. I could smell him. I could feel how his cheek used to feel on mine when I’d hug him.
My grandmother was my last remaining living grandparent and it seems like an era has passed. She was the last of her brothers and sisters to die and It’s weird to all of a sudden realize your mother’s generation is the oldest generation on that side of the family these days. With my dad, his mom died when I was little, so it’s always been that way.
Since the Pirate Lady was kind enough to post her favorite pics, here’s one of my favorite pictures of my grandmother. I’ll have to see if I can find a digital copy of my favorite of my grandad and post that later.
So to my Grandmom R and Grandmom F and Grandad J, I miss you all.The Guppy
aka The Fish With Sticks