Recalling my GrandMa Beaty
Tomorrow we say good bye to my GrandMa Beaty. My Dad's Mother. She has lived to be 97 years old. 1910... think about it. She's lived through both World Wars - Korea, Vietnam, and the Gulf Wars... she was alive when Orville and Wilbur took to the air and she's seen the creation of the International Space Station... She's seen the creation of television and the boom of cable and satellite distribution of same. Amazing life.
Lots of feeling about GrandMa Beaty... as a kid, it was the Banana Pudding that I remember most about her. She was nice and funny, and things were basically just as fine as could be. Later in life I realized that she could be stubborn, cranky, a real "tough broad". Not bad, but certainly a dimension that a little kid would not understand.
A few years ago, she broke her leg - I'd say it was running with the bulls in Pamplona, but it was probably something very ordinary. Anyway, the bone wasn't jealing right, and so she told the doctors to "...just cut it off." Can you imagine? Wild.
Anyway, she with GrandPa Beaty - gone nearly 40 years now. Sad... happy... amazed. I wonder what people will be saying about me. Given recent issues at work, there are probably plenty that will dance on my grave. But I know it's not all bad... they're just the vocal ones at work now.