Anniversaries are always the hardest time to deal with realising that the person you have lost is truly gone. When I decided to blog each day of May, I knew what today would mean and what it meant. Today, my Nan would have been 78 years old or perhaps 78 years young as she would always refer to it. I should be ringing up her care home and telling her a Happy Birthday. Then ringing my Mum up, asking what jewellery had we gotten Nan this year. Or even, perhaps I should be getting ready to go up and see her, make her laugh and happy.
I’ve not written about my Nan much on my blog before, her death still upsets me because I simply don’t know how to talk or even write about it. But I don’t want this post to be focused on the sadness that she’s gone but the good times. Sometimes it’s easy to just focus on the bad rather than the good but not today.
My Nan had…
A Wicked Sense of Humour
Was brilliant at any and all quiz shows
Taught me how to play scrabble
Did my hair for me.
Made me laugh.
Gave me hugs when I needed them.
Told my Granddad off when he was annoying me.
Laugh whenever one of the dogs decided to use me as a cushion.
Listened to me ramble on about anything and everything.
Introduced me to Murder She Wrote which will always be our television show.
I miss my Nan so much, I didn’t know what I had until it was gone but I have so many memories of her still and I will treasure them forever.