Sunday, June 16, 2002
I got a call from my cousin Howard late this afternoon, just as I had retrieved Annie from her afternoon nap.
Turns out his son is coming to Canada for part of the summer, and plans on attending a wedding of one of his cousins (belonging to his natural Mother's side of the family), who lives somewhere out West I believe. His girlfriend is planning on joining him, but she arrives in Toronto three days after he does. So, he needed a place to stay in Toronto until his girlfriend arrives. Hence the call.
We have a spare bedroom so the logistics shouldn't be much of a problem. The funny thing is that I've never met the lad (who I believe is in his late teens). I haven't even seen a recent picture of him, so it should prove to be an interesting few days.
I didn't get to meet any of my cousin's children on our trip last year to Britain, so this should, in part, make up for it a bit.
About 15 minutes before Mom's ride came to pick her up and take her back home, Vanessa decided to head up and play in her room.
Perhaps she knows how frail her "Nana" is, for Vanessa told her that she would always remember her, and gave her a big hug and kiss to go with it.
I certainly hope this wasn't a final parting, but Mom is certainly looking more frail. Her hands and legs are coursed with deep blue veins. I remember that this was how Erika's long-time neighbour Mr. Moore used to look, and he too required constant oxygen.
One of my chief regrets is that my Father never lived long enough to see the face of his first grandchild. All of my Grandparents save one were dead by the time I arrived on the scene, and while my maternal Grandmother saw me, I have no memory of her (I was barely 1 year old when she visited, and died within a year or so after). I am glad that Vanessa got to meet and know he "Nana", and will most likely grow up with her maternal Grandmother and Grandfather (both natural and step) and get to know them well.
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