It's been a hard day, and this is my first blog in some time. It's Scott blogging, for a change.
My gran passed today. She had a massive stroke this morning, and left us early this afternoon.
I really don't know what to say. I know she's with the Lord now, I know that she'd came to Him and that she'd made her peace and asked forgiveness. She had a simple faith, a good spirit and a huge amount of love and forgiveness for her family. No matter how much we messed up, no matter how much potential we wasted, she had some old fashioned wisdom to share, some old fashioned common sense and an old fashioned meal for us.
I'm going to miss her so much. She was such a generous woman, always willing to help me and Lori while we were finding our feet. She was so happy to see and hold Fifi. That was her aim, after she'd been diagnosed. She didn't think she'd make it, but I knew she would. She even waited until Audrey had been born, Pete's little girl.
I don't really know what to say. I miss her. i loved her, and she's somewhere better now. But I still miss her. I'm never going to have one of her apple pie's again. Never going to listen to one of of her anecdotes about the old days again, about how things used to be. Never going to watch Emmerdale with her, listen to her stories about her friends in Hawick Court, about how she met my Grandpa, about us when we were kids. I'm going to miss her so much.
Lori came downstairs to me crying while writing this, it's nearly 4am and I've been listening to Fugazi for 3 hours, it's time to go to bed. The last time I experienced something like this I was 9, and I don't know what I should do, and I have to go to work in the morning.
I'm not sure what the point of this post was, but my gran is gone and I miss her. I'm looking forward to meeting her again, some day.
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