re: #26 Quoth the raven, Covfefe.

From the previous thread:

I got to know my father’s mother’s mother, the only great-grandparent I knew in person; I fear my children will envy that, since all of their great-grandparents passed years ago (my son was barely 2 years old when my last grandmother passed). My grandmothers lived on opposite sides of the same small American town, so there was no real contrast between them aside from age and lineage. We joked at my father’s mother’s funeral that my mother’s mother, who had passed some 10 years prior, was waiting in heaven and when my father’s mother finally arrived, she was sitting at a table with a jigsaw puzzle, asking, “What took you so damn long?”

We always say that my Dad’s parents are having martinis whereever they are. It was sad when she left us but I did feel some peace for her since I believed and you know what to an extend still do despite my agnosticism united with those she had lost like her brother, parents, husband, and old friends. We mourned her loss for sure and I cried that day but I did feel she had found peace. I’d do anything to see and talk to her again though. A cousin’s wife shared with me a letter she wrote to her. Apparently she helped her out on researching her husband(My grandfather’s nephew)’s family and thus my own. I just wish she were still here so I could ask more question and man I wish she could meet my niece and my niece her.