This weekend was a sad one, because it involved a final goodbye. It was my grandmother’s memorial service on Saturday, in Durban, South-Africa. Thanks to modern technology, we could be part of it from thousands of kilometres away via a Skype call. It pulled at my heartstrings that the pastor used my tribute as a part of his sermon. It still felt surreal though.
Being away from my family during this time has been extremely difficult. In fact, it’s one of the most difficult times we’ve had to endure since immigrating. I still wish we could have been there to hold hands and give hugs, be hugged when we cried and just be a part of it all. At least we got to see the whole family while we skyped.
We had a lot of snow and rain on Friday, but sunshine on Saturday. I don’t have a lot of photos from those days, because I didn’t feel up to it. On Sunday we went to the park and had home-made pie for lunch. Yum.
Finally, the pie. We have this song about Kayla Pie in our house, because Kay used to say ‘oh me, oh my’ when she was a little younger. Since ‘pie’ rhymes with ‘my’, I made up the song. No, I’m not going to sing it for you. 😛
Thank you to all of my family for everything you did at the memorial, and thanks Tanja for holding up the phone so we could skype into the memorial. It was amazing seeing all the family and people we haven’t seen in a long time. We miss and love all of you.