Dec 7, 1909 - Oct 5, 2004
Gram Krieger was a good egg. In the picture below, I'm giving
Gram her 90th birthday present, a rubber chicken. We had a really big,
fun party for Gram's 90th.
Gram was a good grandmother to me... and an even better friend.
Gram was an intense person, a tiger. She was passionate about so many things: her religion, traveling (Ireland, Vegas), the park, her independence (driving, walking without a cane), playing games/cards (re. winning), Bailey's, her friends & family, "the" Frona, and especially her son.
Sometimes Gram's zeal was not sugar-coated or pleasant. Some
people were not into that... it's cool. I realized a long time ago that
I inherited a lot of my personality from Gram, and I catch some of the
I was lucky to Gram-chauffeur for the last decade or more. Man, we had some good times... holidays, dinners, weddings and funerals (the social lifeblood of an octogenarian plus), parties and such. And we'd battle each other constantly. I don't know what I miss more... the laughter or the back-and-forth schtick.
You see, Gram was a "proof of concept" for me. She showed that you can be unceasingly intense for 90+ years and do quite well, thank you. She is my role model in this. At 90, I still want to be duking it out and dragging 2 gallon containers of wine and apple sauce of my 3 flights of stairs.
The greatest compliment I've gotten in 43 years... Gram was
some number of months into her difficult stay at the nursing home and
she told me, "I pray you have someone like you to take care of you when
you get old."
On Gram's last night, I dropped by late, after hours, to
visit. I hadn't done that before, and I don't know what wonderful force
pushed me to that decision. It was quiet and serene as I talked to
Gram. She was really out of it, but she knew I was there. I held Gram's
hand in her last moments of life as her unique, intense fire gave way.
"Love you Gram," I said. I thought to myself... that was a life
well-lived. And man, we had some good times.
thanks gram... yow, bill
PS - Alas, I did not inherit Gram's excellent long-term memory. So, note to self:
Gram's grave by Ty Krieger