Probably the thing I remember most, though, is not the big things. It would be sitting on my grandparents couch and my grandfather bugging us, teasing us, and then my grandmother jumping in, "BERT! Just leave them alone." But we loved it. We loved being bugged, and we loved that our grandmother would stick up for us.
I remember my grandfather being SO proud when he got a deal. "Look at these tomatoes. You know where I got these tomatoes? Guess how much I paid. You'll never guess. GUESS." My grandfather worked at a printing press and I remember there always being paper in the corner cabinet in the kitchen. I remember feeling so proud when at the next visit we would find our pictures still on the fridge.
I remember my grandmother putting on her make-up in the living room in front of the mirror. Why not use the bathroom? Cause that's just how Grandma did it. I remember being really young and getting baths in the kitchen sink. It seemed like a HUGE kitchen sink when I was a kid, but the older I got I just realized it was only slightly bigger than average.
I remember the house feeling like love. I remember it always being warm. We were always excited to go to Grandma and Grandpas.
I remember my heart sinking when we found out Grandpa was sick. And then breaking into a million pieces when I stood in his hospital room as he passed away. My grandmother was so poised. She seemed so strong, but I know inside she must have been suffering so deeply.
Not outwardly sick, or in any distress, we were SHOCKED when only 6 short weeks later my grandmother suddenly passed away. They say she died of a broken heart. My grandparents were married over 50 years and were never apart for very long. 6 weeks was probably the longest they were ever apart.
The last thing I remember, and I'll never forget was something my grandfather would say. When he was sick, my grandmother diligently took care of him. Managing his medications, appointments, taking over all the household chores that my grandfather was normally in charge of. My grandfather saw and appreciated all the extra effort my grandmother was making.
"When this is all over Ev, I'm going to take you on a vacation. I'm going to take you on the vacation of a lifetime."
It was only 6 weeks they were apart. I guess he kept his word. My grandfather came and took my grandmother on a vacation. A vacation of a lifetime.
I could type forever. I learned so much from both of you. Your dedication to your faith, your family, your community. I mean who has their TTC driver come to their funeral? My grandfather, that's who.
My heart still aches for your absence. But I'm also thankful. I'm so thankful I got to be a part of your life, and you were a part of mine.
I love you both still so much and think of you often...
