Photos: (top) 3 generations of blue eyes - Grandma, Mum & I. (middle) Taking in the view of Stanley Park and Vancouver from the North Shore. (bottom) My grandma fostered my love of reading too. I still have the Tall Book of Make Believe.
Nine months ago, my maternal grandmother passed away at home in her sleep at the ripe old age of 94 1/2. All of my life, she lived in West Vancouver, B.C. I am her oldest grandchild and her only granddaughter.
It's been a bit of a hectic nine months since she died. I quit a job, moved across the country, started a new job, and went back to school. I also got to see more of the western United States along with places like Edmonton, Yellowstone National Park, Big Sky, Banff & Kananaskis. I stopped in some fun places between Calgary and West Van when I drove out there twice this summer to see my immediate family. I credit my grandma for my love of travel.
Tomorrow, I'm headed out to West Van on my Reading Week to spend some time by myself. Just me and the three "R"s: reflection, reminiscing, and maybe remembering how to relax. I haven't been to the apartment on my own since before last May and I'm not really sure how I'm going to feel. I'm sure there will be some tears shed but there are also a lot of happy memories there too. There's a part of me on the Coast; there always has been.