August 30, 2008
Marjory came to visit us a few months after her husband’s death. She seemed to be fine, bearing up and being brave, playing with her grandchildren. One day, she had her youngest grandchild, who was five years old, on her lap when she slumped forward. She had had a stroke. My father accompanied his mother back to England, where she held on for a few days, dying peacefully with him by her side. Both she and Daddy’s Daddy were cremated; no visiting days or open coffins for them.
I lost my grandparents all within one year. I still miss them.