So That's Four Down...

My maternal Grandmother just died. The one that taught me how to make jam tarts. She was very old; she was ninety three and very senile. Still, that's four members of my family to have died in just under three years, my maternal Grandfather, my Great Auntie, my Father and now my Grandma. They say it takes you two years to get over the death of a member of your family. Do you think you can have them all in one go or do they have to run consecutively?

I'm not yet crying about my Grandma though. Mostly I feel relieved. Is that bad? No, mainly how I feel is a sudden and growing awareness that there's not many of us left now, my family. It doesn't take two hands to count them. In fact I can count all the people I love with my whole heart on both of my hands.

How very strange.

That means that the older I get, the wiser I am and the more I have to give, the less people I love.