My grandma from dad's side was absolutely wonderful.
Unbelievably strong woman with a greatly amusing sense of humor. I think we have that in common. Using humor as a weapon against despair.
She had to run away when she was a kid. Because the Russians did what Russians always do. They invaded. So she found a new home from southwest Finland and found a husband also. An alcoholic husband. And had an alcoholic son with him. And that son had the alcoholic me.
My grandma used to say that if her husband did not drink, life would simply be too good. Too good. So she kinda accepted it. As a teen, i sometimes stole her dry vodka. She had a drink or two maybe couple of times a month or so. Never saw her drunk. But her husband, my grandpa, drank like hell. How are you gonna get away with stealing vodka in that scenario? She just asked, in the mornings "Did you drink my dry vodka without permission" and i said "no". I understand now that she knew i lied. I'm sorry. I just wanted to numb the pain and i was a teenage punk who thought he knows everything about everything, and more.
She was awesome in the kitchen. It was next level cooking. Everything was super tasty and looked good also.
I miss her. She has been dead for like... 22 years or so but i still think about her often. She had an influence. Very brave and often funny woman. She went through a whole lot of shit, obviously, but always held her chin up, never gave up. And i will never forget her. Ever. I swear.
Unbelievably strong woman with a greatly amusing sense of humor. I think we have that in common. Using humor as a weapon against despair.
She had to run away when she was a kid. Because the Russians did what Russians always do. They invaded. So she found a new home from southwest Finland and found a husband also. An alcoholic husband. And had an alcoholic son with him. And that son had the alcoholic me.
My grandma used to say that if her husband did not drink, life would simply be too good. Too good. So she kinda accepted it. As a teen, i sometimes stole her dry vodka. She had a drink or two maybe couple of times a month or so. Never saw her drunk. But her husband, my grandpa, drank like hell. How are you gonna get away with stealing vodka in that scenario? She just asked, in the mornings "Did you drink my dry vodka without permission" and i said "no". I understand now that she knew i lied. I'm sorry. I just wanted to numb the pain and i was a teenage punk who thought he knows everything about everything, and more.
She was awesome in the kitchen. It was next level cooking. Everything was super tasty and looked good also.
I miss her. She has been dead for like... 22 years or so but i still think about her often. She had an influence. Very brave and often funny woman. She went through a whole lot of shit, obviously, but always held her chin up, never gave up. And i will never forget her. Ever. I swear.