Ode to my grandmother
This weekend was my grandmother’s funeral.
If you know me, you also know how special my grandmother was to me.
She loved cooking and eating.
She adored art, culture and learning.
She was interested and interesting.
She was a true seeker.
She was deeply spiritual.
She was an eternal student.
She was courageously authentic.
She is, without a doubt, one of the most influential beings in who I am today.
An insatiable curiosity and hunger for knowledge fuelled us both.
Since I was a little girl, she would take me to art exhibitions, the opera and classical music concerts.
Whenever I came visit she would welcome me with a bottle of champagne and all my childhood favourite food such as pumpkin pie, blueberry muffins, bbq chicken, etc (she was a truly remarkable cook).
We would stay up until late laughing and passionately talking for hours about our favourite books, history, paintings, philosophy, flowers, music and life. We shared the experiences that came with leaving home/family behind and starting a life in a foreign country. Often I would read her my favourite poems.
I am forever grateful to have known her.
She taught me so much.
So many of the aspects I love about myself came from her.
She would have turned 95 in a couple of months, and yet I know as long as I live she will live within my heart.
I love you forever my dear Mamascha, thank you for Being. It was an honour and privilege to know you ♥️