In a post last month, I alluded to some ‘personal problems’ that I’d been having and that I’d blog about it later. I’m not sure I’m quite ready yet, but I think I need to write about it, so here goes.
My grandma passed away at the beginning of February. She’d been in a care home for a while after spending over a month in hospital at the end of last summer, suffering many strokes that left her completely changed from her usual self. Even so, it came as a massive shock and left our entire family devastated.
She was the true matriarch of the family; kind and smart and wonderfully funny – always laughing with an infectious smile. A very tech-savvy pensioner, she loved playing scrabble and solitaire on her PC, and even took herself back to college to learn how to use her PC better! I know everyone says this, but she was the best grandma in the world and I think it’s fair to say that we all miss her very much.
It’s been over 2 months since and I still think about her all the time. The strangest things bring her to the front of my mind, like walking into a room full of cross-stitching at East Riddlesden Hall this weekend, or spending a Saturday afternoon doing the newspaper crossword and some puzzle books with Cameron just like she used to do with my Grandad.
But she’s now reunited with my Grandad after more than ten years apart, and I’m sure she’s being looked after by Grandad, Uncle John and Uncle Geoff.