Alright. Got on the 10am flight from Toronto to Calgary connecting Grand Prairie, Canada. At Calgary we called my Aunt and got the news. My dad came to me, stone cold steve austin-man, with tears in his eyes unable to speak, his wife (my stepmom) thee same.
It was obvious what happened. When they managed to conjour their voices, I was informed my grandma passed away asleep at 11am. Her liver had failed and her lungs full of liquid. I don't know the details. My Aunt is trying to keep a strong persona, so I don't waant to ask just yet.
Anyway, we arrived at Grand Prairie and were picked up by Aunt and Cousin, taken to the funeral parlour to finalise details about the cremation, but wow... The guy in charge there had a cartigan, smile, and big moustache. His thick square glasses with black plastic frames completed the look.
He talked and acted like that boat salesman from Escape from Monkey Island... Okay, so she's dead,urn will cost this much and oh, obituary, anything you want us to put here?
Then went on to explain jovially that some gangs had been stealing names off gravestones to make fake IDs and boy are they successful...
The whole time I keep glancing at my old man, and he's clearly livid with this guy.
We are cheersing my Omi (grandma) at a greek place. She went on her terms, did it her way... efficiently and to avoid heartache. That was her way.
Even planned her funeral on her deathbed. That was one tough woman.
Cheers, Omi.
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