Grandma's House

This is My Husbands Grandmother.
























Sadly, she passed away over two years ago. Ruby was the matriarch of this family. Her four children, senior citizens themselves, always held her in the highest regard. She was a woman of substance. Very strong, intelligent and well versed. Well into her eighties, she was an indominatable character. She held her views on politics, and had a sharp tongue for the doings of some of our leaders. Very involved in her church, Ruby was well known in the local church as a woman of great faith and contribution. She out-lived her husband for almost a quarter of a century. Yet she always spoke of him with endearment and an unfading fondness.

I know how difficult it is to lose such a dear one. But is that loss felt more keenly by having had that person in our lives for so very long? Her children were so fortunate to have their mother involved in their lives for so many years. I think loosing your Mom when you are in your 60's must be so very hard.
Do we really truly leave the nest while our Mother remains a big part of our lives? Is it that much harder to let go and to continue along the road of life without her presence? Becoming an orphan as a senior citizen must be that much harder than as a middle aged person, I think.





This is grandma's House. It has finally been sold. Her kids spent the past two years, sorting through a lifetimes collection of momentos. Then fixing the place up for market. They put a lot of work and time into getting it ready to sell. A labour of love. They say, to let the place go into someone else's hands with pride and dignity. I believe, the time spent there, painting and sprucing, was their way of learning to let go. A therapeutic endeavor.

This place will always be held in the hearts of the family as a hub for all we hold dear. Whenever we drive by it, we will always be reminded of the love that resided there. It was a place where we could drop in unexpectedly at any time and be welcomed with a warm embrace. A place where it would be insisted on sitting down to a meal. Where opinions could be discussed and where a pride in the family was cultivated.


Dignity, cheer and caring. Love, respect and values are all things that we take with us and share with others as we go through life. But these things were such a part of this house, I believe that they will have soaked into the framework of the home.

My prayer for its new occupants is this.

May the love this structure has housed throughout the years become a part of your lives. Blessed be those who take shelter under its roof and may the warmth emanating from its beams reach into your hearts.