Growing Old

16 Nov

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.

With Great Grandma

With Great Grandma

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.


Posted by on November 16, 2009 in all in the family


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2 responses to “Growing Old

  1. Ali

    November 16, 2009 at 10:45 pm

    You can see the resemblance between her and the kids.
    It is hard to comprehend the enormity of a whole person’s life, isn’t it? All the emotions they must have felt, the experiences they must have had that only they can know. It’s hard to get one’s head around.

  2. lou

    November 16, 2009 at 11:13 pm

    My paternal grandmother lived into her nineties, but sadly I saw very little of her in the last ten years of her life as I was living interstate by then. She had an amazing, rich life, full of adventures (and a lot of hardship). She was orphaned at an early age and was one of the first Barnados children sent from the UK to Australia at the young age of thirteen. I can’t begin to imagine how I would have coped with such upheaval so early on in life.


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