It’s the 2nd anniversary of the day we buried my Nan.
It’s been a weird day today, she was around for years and I miss her loads.
It’s not often that I use this blog to discuss things that are hard emotionally to discuss, but she rocked!
I have great memories of my Nan, and thankfully, I remember her as she was when I was young and wearing a Cub Scout uniform (yes I was in the Cubs)
My Nan looked after me when I was off for school holidays as I went to a private school (yes another confession) and finished earlier for the holidays than my parents, who are both teachers.
I remember spraying the kitchen with Angel delight; my Nan cutting the electric cord to the fire with a kitchen knife and it going bang ‘cos the electric was still on, her coal bunker, the shed and hitting the sheet of asbestos behind it with anything I can find (it wasn’t dangerous then); Granddads chair (I never knew my Granddad, he sadly passed away when I was a baby), a broken wrist, lavender, a black and white TV, plasticine and the slope at 4 Landseer Close.
My Nan never could cope with me using the word piss, but fuck was OK! Never wore a seat belt (she always held it over her shoulder until we were around the corner from my folks (sorry Mum, I let her get away with it) then took it off)
But the years took their toll, and I saw her less and less as she became older and more ill, and in a way I am glad. I am glad that I remember my Nan for the things above, not ill and not the person I loved sick in a hospital bed, but I miss my Nan loads, I always will…….
So this is for you Nan, I bloody miss you, I’ll come and say hi in March, I promise!!