Her last few months were not awesome in terms of her health, and without going into detail, when someone is suffering that much there is some comfort in them passing on so that they are no longer in pain anymore, but when it is a mother, or grandmother that really only just takes the edge off the sadness.
For me I will remember her as 'crazy nan'. She was the one that could get away with saying anything, doing anything, and had a blast doing it. My favorite stories about her are the ones in which when traveling places, either near or far, if she liked something in her hotel room or on the table, it would most certainly find its way into her purse and then into her home.
I have a bit of a streak like this in regards to beer and rocks glasses, so i appreciated her views on liberation of these items when asked by a family member ' nan, where did you get this'. The reaction was typically the same, a body shaking laugh and then a matter of fact explanation on how this item came into her possession.
The best story was how on a trip down south she fell enamoured with the door knobs of her hotel room and decided that she just had to have them. I would have loved to have been on the cleaning staff that day, going to open the door and no door knobs left. Hilarious.
The first time i met her early on in our dating relationship she had just power walked down to my wife's parents house and was wearing 80's style spandex bike shorts with a neon pink racing stripe up the side. She could have given to flying frigs about what anyone thought of her fashion choices and was quick to say so.
So traveling into the church for her funeral, I couldnt help but notice that the renovation to the entrance to the church had now left the bathroom door to resemble a port a pottie style door with all the appropriate gender symbols and the shape, facing and boarder to resemble a port a pottie door. I couldnt help but giggle, thinking that if ' crazy nan' was beside me and i pointed it out, I would have gotten a great laugh out of her.
The service is always tough for people to get through, there is such a finality to it. But I kept thinking of her sense of humour and while I will miss that, it lives on through my wife and our daughter.
While the week ended with a funeral, the week in terms of work outs went very well.
Monday: Weights with the boy + 500m warm up swim + 750m swim
Tuesday: 250m warm up swim + 1500m swim
Wednesday: Weights with the boy + 14km bike ride
Thursday: 2000m swim
Sunday: 10km ride + 2 mile run
As usual food is a struggle, if i ever get a handle on it ill be dangerous, but there is a new week around the corner, so we will see how that goes, i remain hopeful.
This has been a pretty heavy year for us in terms of family deaths, so it has been tough to remain upbeat, i carry all the departed with me in everything I do, so here's hoping to that little to none gets added for the rest of 2016.
Sean "BigBoyRunning" Ryan