My grandmother died this weekend. She was 99 years old, and sharp to the very end. When I last saw her in November, she was drilling me about my classroom and sharing advice and experience from her lengthy teaching career.
This picture is from five years ago. While I was going through pictures of her, the youngest of the whole family piped in that in almost every picture, she’s got a book in her hand. I’ve started zooming in on the titles, and I’m newly amazed. This particular stack of books has two by Jan Karon, the chronicles of Marco Polo, a photo album and a coffee table book about Italy. I remember distinctly that outside next to a different chair is the Harry Potter that had just come out. We only had one copy between us on that visit and we keep slyly sneaking away with it. I think she saw herself as Dumbledore.
Bueli was born in 1911 in Allende, Coahuila, and still had memories to share about the Mexican Revolution when the local paper interviewed her about it recently for the upcoming centennial of the Revolution.
I’m sorry for your loss. She sounds like an amazing lady. *hugs*