...last week my grannie died, she was a remarkable woman, full of love and laughter and lots of good advices, like which guys are good for me (the older ones only) or how to stir selfmade mashed potatoes the right way, or even if its just how to make my bed...
she always knew better and really, for all the love she gave me, for all the stories she told me about when she was young like when she stole flour from a broken down war train, or when a russian soldier wanted to dance with her, or when her dad gave her a pretty dress, or when she met my grandpa-who wore a huge filt hat in the middle of the summer, only to impress her, or how he was jealous all the time and didnt want her to talk to any man at all, for all the love one could get, she always gave the most and she really usually did know better....
so i know her somehow since she was little, because i listened to her stories everysingle day of my life struck by all the horrifying experiences she had and once again amazed by hear ease to tell those stories, she never ever said anything in a sad or angry tone-it was always a little smirk on her face and a little bit of light in her eyes due to her adventures..
i am so thankful that this amazing woman was there for me, lived in my house, tought me to cook, and to greet everyone, and also taught me to have a will to live, stronger than anything and not to take oneself too serious....
...i miss her but even though it seems like a one way-someone beloved passing by- it just gives you lots of knew directions, inspirations and ideas of future adventures that are yet to be conquered by you, with my little grannie as the wind beneath my wings
