Tuesday, August 16, 2011
So it goes.
Unfortunately I hadn't seen her in seven years. My memories are all
good, however. Every year or two as a kid we'd go to her log cabin
that she and my grandpa built on a lake outside Hunstville, Ontario.
She had an RV, "the camper," that I thought was the coolest thing
ever, a big black and white cat with really long hair (and fleas)
named Star, and a pool. She and Grandpa took me to the National
Storytelling Festival. Awesomely, she and George drove to Maine to
pick me up at the end of my first big hike, the Appalachian Trail.
Rest in peace, Grandma.