Before I was even thought about, my grandmother died at age 48. My mum was just 14 years old. Today, 26 November 2015, Grandma would have turned 90. As I grow older, I am more aware of how not having loved ones around on their birthdays and other important occasions is. I can’t even begin to imagine how my mum and her siblings cope on Grandma’s birthday, the anniversary of her death, and in every day life. Although I wasn’t even on the horizon when Grandma died, as I grow older I realise that I miss her: I miss that I cannot ask her questions about what it was like to live in the 40s and 50s, I miss that I cannot ask her what my mum was like as a child (though accounts from mum and her siblings indicate my mum was a little bit of a cheeky thing), I miss that I cannot ask her to teach me to sew (she was a tailoress), but most of all, I miss that my mum did not get to watch her mum grow old. Read more
During the second week of October, I realised I didn’t round up September’s Month In Pictures. Time just plumb got away from me. Never fear though, I’m here with the October edition which I’m afraid is rather boring, at least from a social media viewpoint, I wasn’t particularly active on Instagram!
Happy Easter! Chag Sameach! Or just happy long weekend! And, if you’re lucky enough to be in Las Vegas for the annual rockabilly festival, Viva Las Vegas! This long weekend has been just what the doctor ordered: time for rest, recuperation, and spending time with family.