Tuesday, June 4, 2019
I posted this on Facebook, and thought I would also post it here.
My grandma Constable died this morning (my grandmother on my dad's side). She was 97, and had been in pretty rough shape for the past little while. As some of you know, I used to live with her in Scarborough during most of the summers while I was at U of T, and then again for a year after I left school. Whenever friends would visit, they would often say, "your grandma is exactly what I think of when I think of what a grandma is like." She loved spoiling her grandchildren, and also seemed to really enjoy the weekends or holidays when her house was full of family members. During her later years, she was also able to enjoy her three great-grandchildren, as they always brought smiles to her face. I have many great memories of her taking me to the ROM, the AGO, the C.N.E., and Toronto Island. On these trips, she would always make sure that we sat in either the front car or the end car on the subway, so that I could look out the windows into the tunnels. My first experience with cats came at her house; her cat Tabiscus was always coming in looking beaten up from a night of fights, but was extremely friendly to me. Visiting my grandparents in Toronto is one of the things that made me want to live here; for those of you who have lived in this city for your entire life, it is hard to imagine the excitement of coming to grandma's house in The Big City (I grew up in Waterloo, and then Burlington). She was the ultimate in unconditional love from a parent/grandparent/great-grandparent; all of us were completely supported in everything we did. Rest in peace, grandma; I am glad that you are not in pain any longer, that you had an extremely long life, and that you are reunited with grandpa Constable.
