1. 19 February 2006

    I only hope that I live to be 97

    1052 days ago

    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.

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