I am sad because she was a lovely vibrant woman, a real character and you don’t get a lot of those in this life. And because she was a big part of my childhood and that will never come again.
So, in celebration of her life I am telling one of my favorite memories of her.
When my Grandmother dies, after a long illness, the women gathered as we do, to prop up the exhausted family.
It was as the services and obituary were being prepared. There was wine and memories and laughter.
I was present with a girl friend who had come over expecting a more solemn occasion, my aunts, the surviving daughters of my grandmother and two family friends, Miss Bea and Miss Cindy.
Now as a point of information and a little backstory, Miss Bea was a smoker and school teacher. Miss Cindy was partial to the intimate company of men and a nurse.
Miss Bea wasn’t having it and announced in a clear voice “Look Cindy, I will give up smoking when you give up fucking”
A hush fell over the room as we all waited to see how this was going to play out.
Miss Cindy raised just an eyebrow. “Pardon?”
Miss Cindy shrugged – “well then smoke on, Miss Bea, SMOKE ON!!!
Miss Bea and Miss Cindy are both gone now. and the world is a worse place for it.
But can you imagine how much fun it is, where-ever they are?