Jason lost his grandmother this week. We had visited her two weeks ago and knew that she was not doing well. She was so thin, and couldn’t eat much. But her spirit, wit, and sense of humour was still going strong, even though her body wasn’t.
I loved Jason’s Nana. Sure, without her, he wouldn’t exist. But it was more than that. We respected each other, her and I. We were cut from the same cloth. I completely understood why she would get her hair done before we came to visit, and why she would put on her makeup before she saw visitors. She had to look her best when she held court, just like myself.
Every time I visited, she would offer me a drink of rye, even if it was early in the day. And she would always have one too. I remember when she fell down and broke both her arms, she drank her rye with a straw, because she couldn’t pick up her glass, making jokes as she slurped her drink.
And she was so funny! Jason gets his sense of humour and wit directly from her. Along with his artistic talent and respect for women.
Thank you, Audrey, for being an amazing woman. Jason is the man he is because you were the women you were.