A Sad, Sad Day

Early Wednesday morning I got a sad phone call from my mom telling me that my Granny Sadie had passed away early that morning. Granny Sadie was 96 (I always remember her telling me that she was born the year of the Titanic) and she lived a very good life.

She lived in Johannesburg and the last time I saw her was about three years ago, at my sister's wedding. She was about 93 then and was just starting to look old. I know that she was declining over the past few months, so I consider myself lucky to only have the memories of her as she was before she got ill.

Granny Sadie will always be remembered as a Lady, and of course, as a ballerina. It's hard to believe that she is gone I thing we all thought that she would always be here. Granny Sadie always seemed larger than life – our own English Rose.