93 is old, it is really old and that is how old man-child’s grandma is. Yesterday we drove to Ballarat to visit with her. It has been almost 4 years since we last visited, for her 90th birthday celebrations. I feel saddened that we haven’t made more of an effort to spend time with her over the years. I can make all the excuses in the world but essentially we are lazy, preoccupied and easily distracted hence the lack of visiting, oh and it is an hour away and family.
In our chat yesterday she was saying that is well beyond time for her to go. She spends most of her time in pain or on pain meds. She is having another surgery on Friday and was suggesting that it would be her chance to go peacefully. She wouldn’t say too much because she didn’t want to worry the kids but she did mention to them that she might never see them again.
It saddens me that as she nears the end of her life we know so little about her. I wish I had the time to go back and learn more about this woman who survived living through the war supporting her children as her husband was prisoner in a camp nearby. I would love to know more about the decision to uproot an entire family (husband included after he escaped from the prison camp) from its home in war-torn Europe to move to the other side of the world. I do know that she resents being here in Australia, that up until the day they left their home she believed they were moving to Canada to be with her sister and family. I know that she spent her adult life wishing she were somewhere else but not wanting to leave her family so her heart was torn in two.
For now I am happy that we were able to brighten her day a little and that the kids had a chance to visit with their great grandma.