Tuesday, May 6, 2008

A Generation Disappears

My grandmother died. Alright, she wasn't my grandmother, she was my cousins. But I was taught to call her grandma. No one told me that she wasn't. So for the first few years of my life I thought that she was. After all didn't everyone have 3 sets of grandparents? ;o) Eventually I figured it out, but I kept calling her grandma.

She was a nice, cheerful, Italian women who was a good cook, and loved her family. At the memorial, most of the stories centered around her love of family, and cooking. I guess that doesn't sound extraordinary in writing, but if you knew her then you knew someone special. She lived to the ripe old age of 96. The last of the grandparents to die. My three sets of grandparents have all left this earth. A whole generation has died off.

Wasn't it just yesterday that we all were at our summer place at the 1000 Islands? Didn't we all just take a swim together? Yesterday didn't we go boating, and fishing together? Eat freshly caught Pike with home made dressing together? Didn't we just play several hands of cards together; the whole family? Today a generation disappeared.

Those of us who are left have all moved up a generation. My parents generation is now the oldest. My generation is second oldest, and so on. This is the way of things. Such is life. But it hurts! A generation disappeared, but will always be remembered.

The older I get, the more I cling to those precious memories when I was a kid at our second home at the 1000 Islands. Both sides of my family were together. Everyone was alive, young, and had fun together. We had time. When your a kid you think that things won't change. But oh, my, how things have changed!

I don't believe in worshiping the dead, as some people do. But I think that they may be on to something. I won't worship the dead, but I do feel like honoring the dead in a specially way. Some sort of small ceremony, maybe once a month, or season. I will have to think about how to do that. At any rate I do remember.

A generation disappears. Gone, but never forgotten.


Anonymous said...

That was a loving tribute to your grandmother. Sounds like she lived a long and fulfilling life. Hope you and your family are doing all right.

As long as you remember the good times with her, she'll live on forever in your heart and mind.

Awake In Rochester said...

Hi -a,

Thank you -a.

She came over from Italy. She had a good life, but difficult. I guess she saw her cup as being half full, not half empty. She was a cheerful person.

MYSTI said...

I am sorry for your loss. It sounds like your grandmother was a lovely woman. I am glad you have such precious memories to cherish in the years to come.

Hugs and blessings

S'onnie said...

Sorry to hear about your loss. Its funny to look at how we called alot of non relatives aunt or uncle or cousins grandsparents nana and papa. These days it seems that kids call every one by their name unless they are a true relative. I think it loses some of the intimacy.

I used to think I was so special because I had aunts and uncles everywhere!!

Awake In Rochester said...

Hi Mysti,

Thank you for your kind words. She was a lovely women.

Awake In Rochester said...

Hi S'onnie,

Yes, I'm glad that I was brought up to call her grandma. Otherwise I would have missed out on that special relationship.

Debo Hobo said...

Sorry for your loss, the Grands are the anchors of the family.

Awake In Rochester said...

Hi Debo Hobo,

Thank you.

Yes, she was an important family member.

LadyBanana said...

When my sister passed away she was the last of my family and I had this sudden awful feeling that I was the oldest remaining person, the only one left, there is now no one older than me, just my kids now... its weird.. I am at the top of the tree and sometimes it's so scary

Deb said...

Sending you my condolences.

Awake In Rochester said...

Hi LadyBanana,

I'm sorry for your loss.

By the way, you still look young, and yellow seems to suit you. ;o)

Awake In Rochester said...

Doctor Deb,

Thank you.