My grandmother Kerttu died this week's Wednesday night at the age of 81. She had had a stroke and because of that she had been rushed to a hospital. Later, the doctors realized, that behind all that, was cancer. She died at 2:34. May she rest in peace. I am now in a phase of complete denial; the first phase of grief and loss. I can still picture her, at her home, knitting me wullsocks and dayplankets, going to church and being a good grandmother. I know she is in a better place now, with my grandfather Erkki who died ten years ago. Altough I'm not sure if I believe in heaven nor god, but because she was a true Lutheran Cristian, I will try.. for her.
Now that she is gone, I have learned more of her, going through her belongings. I have have found out that we shared a similar taste of literature. I never knew that about her, because I was too wrapped up in my own little world, mostly only seeing her on family meetings and birthdays. I feel regret that I didn't get to know her while I still could.