My bedstemor, danish for grandma, died last thursday at the age of 97. I have some great memories of her. She hadn’t been doing so hot in her later years, her mental function had been declining and her hearing had disappeared. When we visited her she could hold up a conversation as long as we wrote notes to her, but it never was too deep a conversation.
I feel a bit guilty thinking this, but it really was her time to go.
I’m not going on with an obituary here (here’s what ran in the paper), but I figured it was the sort of thing I ought to note. I don’t have much to say, which leads me to believe I haven’t really had time to settle my own feelings yet. She was an impressive woman, there’s less in the world without her.
29 years worth of family headshots.
My family seems to think this is vacation – Minneapolis to western Montana in the car. Up early tomorrow morning, and stay a week, then drive back. Glacier National park is just a hop north, I hope to get out there for a hike or two, it’s great. Otherwise sitting around, reading, swimming in the big lake should make up my activity, I’ll keep the powerbook in my backpack.
Spring break is just winding down for me, and having skipped out on a week of tennis and U classes I might as well procrastinate getting back into my real life by writing about it.