I got a call from my mom very early in the morning today, and as soon as I heard the phone ring, I knew why she was calling. My grandmother had been admitted to the hospital earlier this week for pneumonia, and last night, the pneumonia won. She was 94, and if she had made it one more week, she and my grandfather would have celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary. But it was time. Grandma once said that she imagined dying to be like a dragonfly, finally free to leave the beautiful pond of life, drifting away on iridescent wings.
Grandma in late 2006, showing off the socks I knit her. She wore them very nearly
every day for the rest of her life.
If it weren't for this amazing woman, I wouldn't have had a role model of a woman who read voraciously, swam everyday well into her 80s, played basketball, almost always voted the opposite of her husband, and signed up for computer classes when she was in her late 70s. I wouldn't know how to knit. I would not be the person I am. I am so grateful for her life.
