Change... trying to embrace change around here lately. In many ways I feel like I have changed, my life has changed. Back in June I lost my Non - my maternal grandmother - but that term sounds so cold and she was so warm and loving and so much more than that to me. I haven't blogged in ages, haven't quite known what to write about. But perhaps I will start with this and work my way back to getting to a place where I can create and blog and do and be.
This is what I wrote and read for my Non's funeral...
I always look back on my childhood with the fondest of memories. In many ways it was idyllic and that was largely because I was blessed with two fabulous women in my life - my mom and my grandmother.
Today we are here to celebrate the life of my grandmother and I would like to tell you a little bit about her and what she meant to me.
She called me 'Al Babe' and I called her 'Non'. We were so much more than grandmother and granddaughter - we were kindred spirits - we were friends.
I spent countless sleep-overs with Non at her house on Second Avenue where I felt completely at home with Non and Gramps. Non always made my stays so enjoyable. My favourite memories are of the everyday things we did together. She knew how much I loved bath time at her house - I was so little that she would have to hold my hand and help me into the big, white, clawfoot tub. Non would wash my back and then sit and chat with me while I spashed in the suds 'til my fingers and toes were pruney. Then she'd help me out, wrap me in a fluffy towel and squeeze me tight.
After my bath there were snacks and card games and then there would be reading and snuggling in her big, cozy spool bed. We'd giggle and laugh and chat about our day until I drifted off to sleep - I can still remember the sound of the blind rapping against the window frame as the breeze blew outside and the little birds chirped. How I loved our time together up in her room.
I could go on forever about all the things we did together - like the baking, the singing and piano playing - and all the art - so much art. But what I really want everyone to remember is that Non was a kind and beautiful person from the outside in. She taught my mom and me that a woman could be all things... she was elelgant, smart, fit, sassy and fun. She was equally at ease in an evening gown and high heels or jeans and moccasins. She was good and kind and effortlessly gave of herself.
I have a quote that I would like to share with you now...
The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most-likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honour. But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have a potential to turn a life around. It's overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt. Leo Buscaglia
Non took every opportunity to make her love felt. She was love - she was amazing. It is difficult to say good-bye for now but I find comfort in knowing that Non is at peace, with a clear and beautiful mind. She is with Gramps and her family and I'd imagine that she is dazzling them in heaven!
I am so thankful for all the time I had with Non - so blessed to have had her in my life.
I will miss you, Nonny. And to borrow a line from the song that you and Gramps held so dear... "I'll be loving you always".
Sweet peace to you, dear Nonny.