So I found out today that an awesome lady who made my childhood interesting passed away last year. I looked up her obituary and all it said was she was a homemaker who was proceeded in death by her husband.
I am not sad because she is dead. She had been ill, and had dementia, and she had a long life. But her obituary makes me sad.
It says nothing about her. She was German, she married her husband, a WWII vet after WWII and came to the United States. This is a woman who played the piano as a child, but then learned to play the accordion during WWII because her parents couldn’t afford to keep the family piano. She used to tell me fairy tales in German, and I didn’t understand a word, but it was amazing. She used to bring my little brother and me Otter Pops on hot summer days, but made us get out of the pool to eat them even when we complained. Sometimes she’d babysit me (translation: keep half an eye on me) and mostly those times were me sitting on the glider under her carport and reading to her, or listening to her talk in her heavily-accented voice which is something I never got tired of, even if she was just talking about the weather. When my dad first got sick, she’s one of the few people I believed when she hugged me saying “everything will be okay”.
She was a woman who accidentally-on-purpose allowed my mother to get drunk on illegally imported bourbon-filled chocolate-covered-cherries when my mom was a young girl. She was one of the few who knew how good my father was, who looked past his mistakes and saw his heart. She was constantly mostly-innocently flirting with my grandpa, repeatedly reminding him that the difference in their ages wasn’t THAT big; that he wasn’t really TOO young for her! :D
This woman was a friend of my family for THREE generations, and I will tell people about her forever. We are HAPPY and GRATEFUL that she was in our lives!
To see her life summed up in just a few boring words feels insulting to me; like its an insult to her. I’m posting this here so at least some people will know how awesome she was, and I’ll never ever forget her. :’( <3
I haven’t logged in in forever….
I need Feminism because I went to a SlutWalk march, holding a sign saying “I’m a slut!” and we chanted, “We are Sluts!”… and then some guy had the nerve to come up to me and call me a slut!
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