Mar 142008
My grandmother passed away a couple days ago and the funeral was today at the same cemetery where we buried my grandfather nearly twenty-five years ago. I chatted with relatives I hadn’t seen in several years and learned via the rabbi’s eulogy that my grandmother had cared for a younger brother who had died young. I had never heard this bit of family history before today and it led me to imagine my grandmother’s life as a young woman, something I had never really considered before. She would have been a teenager during the Depression. The world she left is in so many ways a radically different place than the one into which she was born. And I’m here to experience it because of her.
I’m sorry to hear of your family’s loss. With loving thoughts and hugs to you all,
Deb
Mark: I remember Donald when I was a very young boy growing up on the central hillside of Duluth. His bedroom was next to mine and I only remember him laying in his bed. I never new the extent to which my Mother took care of him. In those days, of course, most young people died of cancer since there was very little medicine could do for them. You and Scott have many of his features and intellect.