On Bereavement

…in honour of the passing of my grandmother, Eileen Elizabeth Ranford, who died on July 23rd 2021 of COVID, at the age of 84

Maxi Gorynski
7 min readSep 17, 2021

July 23rd

There’s one thing of which you can be sure. One way or another, the news will come. And one day — perhaps a fine day, perhaps a sunny day in the summertime, perhaps a winter’s morning clouded by ulterior event, perhaps a springtime evening when one is far away in place and concern, perhaps in the red sky of a twilight with plenty of warning, perhaps in the red of morning sunrise with no warning at all — it will come to you at last.

Yes, the curtain has come down. Nan died in the early hours of this morning. She was at comfort and at peace, as she had been, by and large, for the prior several days. My father rang in tears to tell me it was so — I enquired after the information just cited, let him tend back to my mother, who at that point was skirting the mortal boundaries of her own fight with COVID not thirty feet from where her own mother had just passed, and opened the curtains in the den to let the sunlight in. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of peace. My lady entered the room, for me to inform her of what had happened; we held each other long, she in stoic tearful silence, while my eyes had edged tears about them only, no even flow as yet. We…

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Maxi Gorynski
Maxi Gorynski

Written by Maxi Gorynski

Technologist, writer, contrapuntalist, lion tamer and piano tuner

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