Anyways, let me get to the point. My Great-Grandmother was there weeping her heart out. She is one of the noblest women I have ever seen my whole life. She is one of the very few people who have earned my respect... As a human being, as a compassionate soul. Hers has been a tumultous life... She was married at the age of 13, bore my Grandmother at the age of 14 or 15 (yes, 14 or 15). Went on to have 8 more children... 9 in all. Was widowed very very early in life... Took care of her infant sister when she was seriously ill (BTW my great-great-grandmom had 16 kids, 3 sets of twins, of which only 9 survived... And for those of you who don't know what it is to see your Great-Great-Grandmom, ask me.) In fact, when my great-granddad died, my grandmom didn't even know who her dad was. Complex story, but to put it short, my grandmom and the infant traded places.
My great-grandmom, all of 83 years old, has seen much more than that. She has had to watch people younger than her pass away, and I guess it would seem logical for her to weep her heart out cos' today her own daughter's husband passed away. In fact, even one of her own daughters' passed away a couple of years ago. Which parent can watch their prodigy be cremated eh? Tell me. In spite of all this, she is still a very pleasant person to be with. I never seem to have a generation gap with her. Astounding, ain't it? I have my own private space yet I can freely discuss a lot of things with her. Some things hurt a person a lot and the sight of my great grandmom crying was too much. This post, if it would have been penned on paper, would have been a teary mess... Words are hard to come by, to describe a person of her calibre. I am proud to say that some of her genes still reside in me. Amen. ***Arcane sniffs his nose and mutilates a hanky***