My Gma

Gma stands for Grandmother aka Grandma.

I spent Christmas with her and my two aunties and the occasional uncle. It was really nice.

She has a lot to say but I enjoyed listening to her stories, history that someday won't be there to hear.

She does her own form of blogging. It's called 'writing in a journal'. It's the old school way of keeping tabs on events, except, she does it every single day. I don't read them because that's her private thoughts and i've always considered it rude to read another person's journal but i doubt she's ever missed a day.

She trying to write a book of her life. At the moment she's up to when she was 16 years old and someday it will be good to read that. It may not be a best seller (or maybe it will!) but it will be part of my heritage, my bloodline.

My Gma is very open and very honest. She doesn't mind talking about pretty much anything. Obviously she's a very modest woman and she's not vulgar or crude in any way but if we have an issue or something we need to discuss, she will sit down and mull it over.

In her own words, she's led a very full life but she's become very resigned to life. She always says she's ready to go. I can understand where she's coming from and when you get past your 70's i suppose life becomes lonely and retirement becomes a monotony but it's hard to hear her say that she's ready to go. Whilst I was there, i always encouraged her not to talk like that because she is still very alert and very on the ball and for someone her age, it's something to be proud of.

I was quite surprised about how openly she spoke of money. I suppose i'm not a kid anymore and am mature enough to be understanding and take in what she was saying. It gave me a deeper respect for her because she's values who i am and she respects my age. That meant a lot to me.

Anyways, this was a random time to start a blog. I guess it's my bow-out to 2011, last day and all. Now i'm off to get ready for the NYE festivities of Sydney.

Make it count! Happy NYE!!!