Last Tuesday, July 3, I lost my last great-grandparent. I've been very blessed to have known (and remembered) four of my great-grandparents and even one great-great-grandparent. Since I got the news that Grandma Pearl died I've been thinking about how her death is the death of our link to the past. Grandma Pearl was born in 1919 and she lived through so much. She was a child of the great depression. She was a woman who not only made it through the second world war, but she served our country by working for Boeing. And then she raised three boys, including my grandpa.
Grandma Pearl was not the most warm-and-cuddly of my grandparents, but I always had a special bond with her. When I was little we would go visit her and she would send my siblings off to play but she always wanted me to stay with her and talk to her. It made me feel so special that she wanted me with her. In her later years when I would go to visit her she would always remember me, even if she wasn't so sure about everyone else. I only regret that I did not take the time to talk to her about her childhood. As someone who is obsessed with family history it is so ironic that I would neglect this link to my past. This may not be the best tribute to her, but this is for you, Grandma Pearl, and for all of the other "Greats" with whom we never seem to have enough time.
Grandma's Obituary
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