My grandma suffered from Alzheimer's so losing her was a gradual process. Last time I visited her, she didn't know who I was and was often frightened and confused. But I don't want to think about her illness now, because as my dad said, "she had 80 great years, and five not so great years".
My grandmother was excellent at drawing and is credited to be root of all artistic talent in my family. As a child I was in awe of her abilities. She had a talent for rendering, and though I didn't know that word at the time, I loved to watch her turn a blank sheet of paper into something that looked so real. She used to sit down at the kitchen table with me and create the most fabulous 1950's style paper dolls and I would colour them and cut them out. Secretly I wasn't that interested in having paper dolls, I just wanted to watch her draw.
This cutie sweet fifties girl is something my grandma would have drawn for me during one of our paper doll sessions. -in memory of my Grandmother and the times we spent together.
She was a pretty special grandma and it's hard for me to say goodbye all the way from NZ. The rest of my family is gathering in Wisconsin for her funeral but I can't make it out there.
What I've been doing instead: going to the beach and eating muffins (thanks em), talking with friends, chilling at home with Luke, crafting, eating eggs, and drawing. These things help.