Sunday evening we learned that our Russian grandma had passed away late in the night. Her battle with cancer had been a long and painful one, but she suffers no more.
Irina Georgievna was an awesome woman; she was full of humour and remained sharp even in old age. I remember her propensity for telling stories, shed always begin a particular tale but would somehow get sidetracked into a thousand others. Her monologues would often stretch well into the night.
Irina loved her garden; shed be out there morning till dusk tending to the roses. Neighbours came sniffing around and begging for cuttings. She wasnt stingy - there was always a flower to share and give away. We spent many hours chattering on the phone about the greens, I feel her passion for plants had rubbed off on me somewhat. A few of the cuttings shed sent me have taken root and will grow in my room all the while reminding me of her.
Most of all, I remember her laughter. She had a tremendous sense of humour which tended to infect those around her. This one time
she was sitting in the toilet private time, you understand. Suddenly, we heard muted giggling behind the door. Giggling and farting. When shed come out she said that shed farted and thought that wed heard (being in the next room) and that made her laugh even harder.
She liked to keep fashionable; even when illness had taken hold shed always take the time to dress well, put on a little make up and arrange her hair. Even in the summer house, after a long day of weeding, an hour or two each month would be spent on colouring it. It would always come out a reddish-warm orange, shed plat it in a very long braid and then roll it up into a neat bun.
She had a big heart full of love and emotion. She will be missed. Sleep well, babusya. <3