GRANDPARENTS

Thursday, March 28th still

 

My Grandparents took care of me as a baby.  I was lucky enough to have all of them (4) until December 5th ’99.  Yes, I was born January 30th 1980.  I was 19 and in my first full year of university, and my Grandmother, on my mom’s side, passed away from breast cancer.  I was a mess when we got home the evening of the memorial service at the church.

 

I hid out in my room in the basement and listened to music.  I didn’t want to talk to anybody or be social at all.  I remember Uncle Ken, the youngest of 4, coming down to see how I was doing.  I don’t remember our conversation.  I was zoned out on the Blue, Green, Orange album from I.M.E.  I think he got it, we had a short chat, and then he left me to go upstairs with the other family members.

 

It was the first tragic death I’d been through.  I did get to meet 3 of my great grandmothers.  Little grandma James as we called her, grandma Mitchell and grandma Kennedy in Hamiota, Manitoba.  My Great grandma Mitchell lived to the age of 103, so Kim got to meet her.  The other two didn’t live as long, unfortunately.

 

My grandpa Fraser had open heart surgery today, and all went well from speaking with my parents.  So I’m lucky to have my Fraser grandparents still alive.

 

I treated grandpa James terribly.  He had alzheimers very bad and I couldn’t deal with it the right way, so I didn’t bother to see him for almost a year.  Wrong move on my part, BIG TIME!  I got tired of hearing the same thing again and again and again.  Now I miss him like crazy.  He got me into the CFL, the Blue Jays and the Edmonton Oilers dynasty in the early 80s.  I had season tickets to the Rider games when I was 11 or 12 with my James grandparents.  They both taught me about the game.  Grandpa James passed away in the summer of 2012, of colon cancer that spread everywhere quickly.  Just down the hall from the room I was in with brain cancer.  He passed away one week before his 85th birthday.  Apparently he always said “I’ll never turn 85”.  I guess he was right, again.  He was always right, at least that’s how he saw it.

 

What do I remember about him?  He was cheating at whatever game we were all playing at the cabin, except horse shoes, which he also taught me.  We were always telling lies about the size of the fish we caught and lost, if he wasn’t with us.

 

We were all at the hospital until all was said and done at 4am or so, a few days after my cousin’s wedding at Regina Beach.  At least he got to see Tamara and Kurt’s wedding.

 

My Fraser grandparents looked after me as child also.  I went back and forth one week at a time.  They signed me up for golf lessons for 2 years.  Grandpa showed me how to curl after one of his games.  I liked going to the Science Center quite a bit with them or the museum.  Grandma says there’s always room for me on her lap, she may want to re-think that one!  I would help with the yard in the early summer planting 200 or 300 flowers and then helping with the garden and the crab-apple tree.  When the tomatoes were ripe enough they would make me a toasted tomato sandwich, or a “Sharp Sandwich” as I called it.  All of my grandparents had a hand in raising Mitch and I.

 

Even our family dog, Oreo a small breed, missed Grandma James.  We’d go over and Oreo would go straight to the kitchen, where grandma always was. 

 

Bye,

“Hubby Boo Boo” aka Christopher

 

chrisg.fraser@gmail.com

One response to “GRANDPARENTS

  1. Grandparents are special that’s for sure. I feel bad for grandparents that have grandkids that live far away. They miss out on so much. You were lucky to have your grandparents so involved in your life, as a child, and now. I could tell you had a special bond, when I met them all on 3B. I talked lots to your grandma and grandpa Fraser, they are really nice people. They met my mom and dad while they were waiting for medical procedures once, and your grandpa always asked me how my dad was doing. I’m glad your Grandpa’s surgery went well and hope he has a speedy recovery.
    Try not to dwell on your Grandpa James’s Alzheimer’s. Although his memory failed in the last years, I’m sure he remembered the special bond he created with you when you were a child. And he would always remember that you loved him. Cheer on for him and your Grandma at the Rider games.

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