A Tribute to Ninety-Eight Years

Since I have several weeks off of work, I have some time on my hands: a rare commodity. This morning, instead of spending time brushing up on Spanish for my trip or delving into my stack of applied linguistics books, I found myself making a farewell to Mama Ginna.

The still photos span over a decade. The audio is of a phone conversation I had with her shortly before her stroke three years ago. She is reading a poem (author unknown) that she loved, about losing one’s aged mind.

5 comments

  1. “A Little Mixed Up” by LeBart “Bart” Beck.
    Awful sad, that poem, the way she reads it.
    You’ve made an excellent memorial to/for her.

  2. Thank you. What a wonderful tribute to my Grandmother. I miss her so much, each and every day. Thank you for being a wonderful friend to her.
    -Cindy (Wilma’s Daughter)
    Moreno Valley, CA

  3. Dear Cindy,

    I don’t know if you’re going to come back here and see this message, but in case you do, I want you to know how much I appreciate your writing. You must miss Mama Ginna terribly. I’ll bet she was a wonderful grandmother.

    Since you live in California, maybe we’ll get to meet someday. I’m in the SF Bay Area.

    Thanks again SO much for writing.

    All the best,
    Ginna

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