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| Baba and Deda |
Today a chapter in our lives came to a close. My beautiful and glamorous grandmother was laid to rest next to her daughter at Rookwood Cemetery.
On Saturday the 13th of December 2014, in the very early hours of the morning, Maria Grujovic, my grandmother, took her last breaths and left this world.
It has been a surreal journey and hadn't really sunk in until today. I know that she had a long and amazing life. That this is the natural order of things, but it still doesn't stop me from selfishly wanting her to stay here forever. It doesn't stop the pain that lingers in my heart like poison.
It's funny what pops into ones head when you learn that you have lost someone dear to you. All I could think of was that I wanted to make Vanilice with her one more time, and that now I would never get the chance to learn from her again.
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| Ivan, Baba, and Danny |
Last night my mother told me that my grandfather had asked for it to be open casket. Dread filled me. I couldn't take my kids to say goodbye because it would be too much for them. It would be too much for me. When the lid was lifted, my heart felt like it had be torn from my chest. My eyes filled with tears, and they fell down my cheeks freely. I couldn't help it, I sobbed like a child. Then I felt a hand touch mine, it slid a tissue into my fingers....then that hand held mine. It was my cousin Saxon. We all lost our grandmother.
I looked to my right and stared at my grandfathers face. His blue eyes were red and tears fell down his face like waterfalls. His mouth was shaking. He lost the love of his life....his lifetime companion. His wife of 66 years lay in front of him. He has already buried a child, and today he buried his wife. He is man who is dying of a broken heart. He doesn't wail in grief, instead his suffering sounds much worse. the only sound I can compare it to is that of a wounded puppy.
My mother and uncle stood there and looked upon their mothers face one last time. their eyes red from days of crying, their hearts heavy with grief. Memories swarming around in their heads.
I have so many wonderful stories about my grandmother, but at this very moment all I can think of is cooking with her.
Baba, my gorgeous grandmother. May you be at peace now. Your suffering has ended. May the stars pave the way for you to Danny, Ivan, and Mikki, where they will be waiting for you with open arms. Shine your star like a beacon of light in the midnight sky, so that we might bathe in your love for a little longer. I love you and I am so grateful to have had you in my life. I owe much of who I am to you and I am proud of it. Rest in peace
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| One of the last times I saw her. I captured true love. |
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