
Seven years ago, almost, I met Dave's grandma Eleanor for the first time. We were at a family reunion on the beach near Eugene, Oregon, and the sand dunes and Pacific Ocean stretched all around us. Grandma E welcomed me warmly to the family (even if I was just a girlfriend), telling all kinds of tales about Dave's childhood and family. She's got a colorful family history! Grandma Eleanor is a cajun from Baton Rouge, and her family includes an adventuresome ship captain great-grandfather and possibly some creole blood... I'm not sure whether it was because of this welcome or not, but Dave chose to propose to me that weekend.
Ahh, I guess I should say that this is a eulogy -- I'm going to miss Grandma E. She painted her town red and was a spitfire in her church, in her community, in her family. She was a Red Hat lady, and in her memory, I'm wearing this outfit today. I think it's only fitting that I remember her here because she helped to shape the person that I am, and because she was an extremely elegant woman. She never left the house without her jewelry and lipstick, and her soft white hair was always perfectly done.
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
-- More

***Hat: Greta Elegance Hat in red silk
***Shoes: First Flower Hoya Strapped in Ruby Red
***Shirt and corset: ~silentsparrow~ How we quit the forest in violet
***Skirt and glitchpants: ~silentsparrow~ caged bird lolita in plum
***Jewelry: Kunstkammer Porte des Reves set - necklace, earrings, bracelet
***Ring: Kunstkammer Simple Mokune Gane Wedding Band
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She sounds like a wonderful woman who enriched your life with elegant grace and love. I hope your memories give you comfort and sustain you in your grief.
What a lovely tribute. My thoughts are with you and your family at this difficult time.
Thanks, guys. Also, sorry to turn a review of your jewelry into an eulogy, Nuala! I suck, and you are gracious.
I have to thank you for sharing this poem, it's beautiful.
I hope somewhere between the wine, the jazz, and the memories, you and your husband found something sweet.
Aw, Candy, what a lovely turn of phrase you have. Thank you for your well-wishes.
From my heart to yours a great big tender hug, filled with joy over the memories that will always bring rich color to your life.
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