We received the news that my maternal Grandmother passed away sometime this week. She had been ill for a while but most recently had gone down hill. She lived in Hungary and was my only living grandparent. It is times like these that you really feel the distance.
I had only met her handful of times and the last time I saw her was in 2003, when Tim and I were in Hungary for 3 months.
My mother will be going home for the funeral in January.
It is hard to find the ‘right’ words and ‘kind’ words considering how she treated my mother. I was brought up to respect my elders and the dead.
So in short R.I.P Nagy Mamma.