I am sitting here now thinking, what shall I write about?
Extremely handsome son George's granny died. Tricia's mum. She passed away in her sleep late on Christmas day. We were expecting it. Tricia had been told about a month previous that it could happen soon.
Dear Gran, She was a lovely lady. She was ready to go. She told me. Not in a maudlin way. No, she was quite matter of fact about it. She had been very active up until the last six months. And independent too. Then she had a few falls and wouldn't ask for help. And she got a bit muddled up in her mind sometimes. 95 years she was. A good age. Strange without her though. We got on really well. Although I did blot my copy book a bit when we first met by telling a bit of a naughty joke about the Beverly Sisters.
Just before she died she told Tricia that her dad was with her and her sister and other loved ones who had gone before. She was talking to them all as though they were actually in the room. She was happy. Tricia took great comfort from this: Knowing her mum was going to be with her loved ones again.
I have this theory about why I am not into my writing at the moment. I think it is because I can't do the long walks like I used to. That was when my best ideas came. It's just a theory.
I hope I shall be back soon.
|Granny. Christmas 2013|