Journey's End

An early morning phone call.

A duffel bag, hastily packed.

We dropped our dogs off at Nay's kennel and drove through the snow to Mark's mother's house where we greeted her with silent hugs. Her mother, Mark's Gran, had died early that morning.

Gran was a hilariously cantankerous human being who never lost an opportunity to let loose with a witty comment or dry observation. Originally a war bride from London, England, she possessed the famous British 'stiff upper lip'. I think Mark inherited his love for animals from her in addition to recently inheriting her two cats, Puff and Toby, whom we have since renamed Snuff and Stogie.

Mark's mom Deb was with Gran when she died. They'd both had a very nice time the evening before, visiting with each other and playing cards. Deb even taught Gran's gentleman friend to play their favourite card game, and they all three passed an enjoyable evening in each others' company.

Then, well, things went downhill and Gran died during the night of a massive heart attack. Like I said, Deb was with her the whole time, and I'm very glad of that.

When we arrived at Deb's house she was sad but composed. We spent the day with her running the sort of errands one needs to run when a family member dies. Gran had not wanted a funeral, so instead we are having a sort of wake for her this coming weekend. Instead of flowers we're asking everyone to make a donation to SHAID in her memory.

Thanks for the condolences we've already received. Don't be sad for Gran. She was ready. We will miss her though.


Pictures courtesy of Mark's brother Matt.