Farmor

I will remember many things about Farmor. I will remember her laugh, which, when I was little, I thought was the most joyous sound in the world. I will remember her smile and her teasing my dad, her baby boy. I will remember her singing, by far the best singer of all her children. I will remember my dad, curled up on our couch with his head in his mom's lap as she knitted. I will remember her asking for us to bring her Canadian Club when we would go to Denmark.

There are so many wonderful things about Farmor that I could even begin to tell them all to you. I admire her greatly. I always think to myself "That's how I want to be when I get old". She lived on her own, in her own little apartment right up until she passed away. She was supposed to be moved to a long term care facility today, but I guess she had decided that that wasn't for her. She had strokes, broken bones, lost her eyesight and still she just kept on trucking. She altered her activities to deal with her new limitations, but she never stopped living and she hardly ever complained.

Now she's gone and I am entirely without grandparents. It's a sad feeling. Even though I didn't know them all that well, it's still a hard thing to deal with. But I have to remember that all of my grandparents had very full lives and they were all ready to pass on.

I will remember them fondly and with laughter, as that's really all I can do.