What does it mean to be a family?
To me family means cherishing the time you have with your grandparents and listening to ALL of their stories because one day they won’t be there anymore. It means spending time with your little cousins and watching them grow up right before your eyes. But what it also means is driving 16 hours home to get to the family who needs you.
Sadly, last thursday my great grandmother passed away at the age of 96. Mary Gordon was admitted to the hospital about a week before we left on our trip. At first things weren’t looking too well but things turned up a few days before we were to leave on our 3 week trip to BC when Mrs. Gordon asked the nurse if she was allowed to have a shot of whiskey. You can take the girl out of Ireland but you can’t take the Ireland out of the girl. She was always making everyone laugh with her quips. One thing is for sure she had her wits about her right until the end.
My favourite memory was whenever I asked “grandma where were you born?” she would always reply, “I wasn’t born, I was found under a rock by a leprechaun.” And you better believe I bragged about that to all my friends. I have always loved Ireland but I think I loved it more because of that little bit of fairytale.
My great grandmother will be dearly missed, though I am lucky that she gave birth to my grandmother who I am very grateful for and wouldn’t know what to do with out her. So I will continue to honour my great grandmother by spending as much time with her oldest daughter who is my wonderful grandmother and cherish every damned moment of it.
Rest in Peace and may you be dancing with my grandpa in heaven.