Strange Mourning
Dec. 16th, 2009 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamara_russoMy grandfather passed away this morning. He wasn't feeling well for a long time, but now it has happened...
Spent two hours at school until I finally picked myself and went home. I've been at my grandparents' house since, having only got home 15 minutes ago.
He was 87.
And what I thought today were the strangest thoughts. I would remember I had Ikra and pickled lemon on a toast for breakfast. I'll remember I was wearing my green sweater and earrings. I'll remember my mom's voice on the phone while I was in a towel after my morning shower.
And then I need to remember his things - how he was the most photogenic person I knew (has nothing to do with beauty, it seems), how we sang every time after the meals "We haven't eaten anything yet" (sounds better in Hebrew), the faces with the hands stuck to the nose, his songs in four different languages, his dirty jokes (dirty in his opinion, I've heard much worse), and he loved my nails with pink nail polish, and a little with the red, and not at all with the dark green polish I brought from NY. And he loved to eat, and shrimps, and old movies, romantic movies. He never got to watch "Hairspray" I burned for him, but he did see "Fantasia".
He called me "libling", which translated to "dearest".
He always gave me the special plates - one with a golden stripe, one with purple flowers.
He hugged me and never gave me a kiss, but inhaled me chick and said "Aah", and his face lit up.
After so long fighting, one can only rest, I guess.
I'm tired of crying, but I can't stop.
I'm glad he went in peace, at home, without suffering, but this little girl inside of me is screaming - "Bring back my grandpa!!!"
There will be no funeral and no Shiv'a - he donated his body to science and asked no sitting, but we'll go to my grandmother's house to be with her, and people will come.
He's gone. My grandpa is gone.
...
Spent two hours at school until I finally picked myself and went home. I've been at my grandparents' house since, having only got home 15 minutes ago.
He was 87.
And what I thought today were the strangest thoughts. I would remember I had Ikra and pickled lemon on a toast for breakfast. I'll remember I was wearing my green sweater and earrings. I'll remember my mom's voice on the phone while I was in a towel after my morning shower.
And then I need to remember his things - how he was the most photogenic person I knew (has nothing to do with beauty, it seems), how we sang every time after the meals "We haven't eaten anything yet" (sounds better in Hebrew), the faces with the hands stuck to the nose, his songs in four different languages, his dirty jokes (dirty in his opinion, I've heard much worse), and he loved my nails with pink nail polish, and a little with the red, and not at all with the dark green polish I brought from NY. And he loved to eat, and shrimps, and old movies, romantic movies. He never got to watch "Hairspray" I burned for him, but he did see "Fantasia".
He called me "libling", which translated to "dearest".
He always gave me the special plates - one with a golden stripe, one with purple flowers.
He hugged me and never gave me a kiss, but inhaled me chick and said "Aah", and his face lit up.
After so long fighting, one can only rest, I guess.
I'm tired of crying, but I can't stop.
I'm glad he went in peace, at home, without suffering, but this little girl inside of me is screaming - "Bring back my grandpa!!!"
There will be no funeral and no Shiv'a - he donated his body to science and asked no sitting, but we'll go to my grandmother's house to be with her, and people will come.
He's gone. My grandpa is gone.
...
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Date: 2009-12-16 07:15 pm (UTC)Hugs.
Love you very much.
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Date: 2009-12-30 12:36 am (UTC)