|True and Verna Roundy. Sisters.|
Yesterday was my mother's birthday. I only got to chat with her briefly and then left my phone at work (oh, well), but I was thinking of my mother and my mom's mom. I noticed that Trudy Anne, my cousin, posted the second biography of our grandmother True. I read through this biography which I'm not sure I've read before (but nothing in the biography really surprised me.) Yes, my grandmother loved to wander (sometimes in a book (even though she didn't approve of fiction), sometimes on the road, loved her baby sister, and family, and loved the ranch. If Grandma didn't have the "risk" gene, I would be very surprised. We have a picture of her in her late 50's or 60's riding a motorcycle...and we always joked about grandma speeding. Yes, she loved animals in her own way. Yes, she had a really hard time after Keith, my grandpa died.
Yes, the hardest thing about her getting old for me was we never laughed together anymore. We were always giggling about something, and she stopped giggling her last couple of years. I missed laughing about something whether it be spilled milk, or someone saying something clever.
My grandma was a rock to a lot of people, and pretty much everyone who ever met and spoke with her, thought that True was their best friend. The past couple of years since my grandma has died has been hard on my mom and the rest of the family (immediate and extended) but my mom is hanging in there...and hopefully will get to speak to my mom today. Yay! And get a card out to my Aunt Hannah (Trudy's mother), whose birthday is today, in the mail too.