Last week, my grandmother got a call that my great aunt had passed away. Granted, the family lives in another state and we all see each other for special occasions. But yet, another member of my grandparents' beloved family circle has passed on and honestly, what saddens me is that members of "the older generation" are passing on. Let me explain further;
This beautiful painting captures it all!
I grew up living with my grandparents...when my mom and dad were working, I was always at grandma and grandpa's. My grandpa passed away when I was 3, which was a huge loss for all of us. If my grandpa was alive, I don't know what my living situation would be with my parents but I was raised by a no-nonsense, old-school European grandma. Which meant old-school generation values were instilled in me. Which meant while other girls went to Girl Scouts, I went to Croatian school. Which meant I learned the awesomeness that is burek and goodies like nutrolls and pastries. Which meant you absolutely dressed your best for Sunday mass and don't you DARE talk back or out of line unless you want a tree branch (or siba, which you had to hand pick out yourself) whipped across your bare legs or behind. Last but not least, it meant ALWAYS being home for the holidays and if you didn't, grandma wouldn't speak to you for weeks.Anyways, I am a bit saddened that I will not make it to the services but at least my folks will. It's through this death that I'm reminded of the elders I grew up with and what they have taught me and the examples they set for me and my fellow peers. I feel like this post is somewhat jumbled all over but I had to express my thoughts somehow.