I don’t think it was possible not to love my Grandma. She was a beautiful woman inside and out and I’m really upset she’s gone.
I’ve got so many good memories, even some of the mundane memories are ones I love. I remember I’d go and do her shopping for her sometimes. I’d be unpacking it all and she’d be giving me hell for not getting something even though it wasn’t on her list and we’d end up laughing about it, or when I went round to see her and she was asleep in her chair and the first words out of her mouth when she realised I was there weren’t hello, they were ‘cup of tea’ and she wasn’t offering me one. Weak as water, splash of milk, no sugar.
I always found her expressions funny like ‘I’m full as an egg’, ‘I’ve eaten more than she’s seen’ or calling someone ‘fat as a pie maker’.
The last time I took her out for fish and chips she ended up feeding the dog more scampy than she ate herself, even though I said he couldn’t have any.
I remember walking miles around heighley gate garden centre pushing her in the wheel chair for the best part of two hours and the only thing she ended up buying was a punnet of strawberries on the way out.
I used to love it when we got an explorer ticket on the bus and went to places like Alnwick to see the lion statues or go to a market.
She was so kind to all our family, without exception. I honestly think her family was a joy to her and it really showed. I remember all the things she sorted for me when I moved into my first place and I think she was more excited than I was. I know she did the same for a lot of us as well. She was such a caring person and as cliched as it sounds, the world is a worse place for her not being in it. At least I think it is.
I doubt they’ve got internet access in heaven, if there even is such a place and I know you could never work your iPad very well and will likely never read this but, love you Grandma. I’ll miss you xx
Michael
28th May 2020
