A few days ago, I posted an angry rant about the Residential School Common Experience Payment. I’m fully dealing with a lot of beaurocracy right now. And I’m balancing my emotions too, seeking closure for myself and my family regarding my Granny’s passing and her estate. It’s been like 6 years since she passed and this elongated process makes it feel like it all happened last week.
I really miss my Granny. I miss making bannock with her and playing pull tabs and making jokes about perverted old men together. I miss playing War with a jar of pennies. I miss waking up on her couch and she’d already have the tea steeping, then she’d pour me a bowl of cornflakes with watered down evaporated milk (the only milk she could drink without getting violently ill…go Team Lactose Intollerance) I miss her fried fish and her stories about her Mom and my Mom when she was a kid. I miss her cute little voicemails and how she rolled her “r’s”. I miss going to Army and Navy and Woolworths with her, when she’d let me get a chocolate frosty. I miss when she’d refer to things she didn’t approve of as “ish”. Her bad son, that I never met; Glen-ish. I miss her perm and her slacks and her bonnets and her purses full of kleenex.
This is a class photo of my Granny at her Residential School. I’m lucky to have it and so so many memories.