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So I wanted to update this weekend with tales of my day in town with Himself and Nimoy, and of how Nimoy gave me a gift that she picked out all by herself (of course) for Mother's Day, and how we had a lovely day together on Sunday just the three of us.
However, life, as John Lennon once said, is what happens when you're busy making other plans.
Some of you might remember in October/November I posted a picture of four generations of my family at my Nana's 80th birthday party.
On March 31st, my lovely Nana passed away.
She went peacefully, a week later than the doctors had given her. They don't know how she hung on as long as she did, we think that it was because March 31st was my uncle's birthday, he was the one who lived with her and she wanted to make sure that she was there for that. She passed at 11.45pm, with another of my uncles with her (she swore she never had favourites among her nine children, but this one was the one who travelled the most, and whenever he was coming for dinner, the sugar bowl was always out, as was the good milk jug.), and she was buried on Mother's Day. As HelsinkiDaddy said, she had it all worked out. (And she would tell us that she's not stubborn!)
My Nana loved to bake and she always made one of my younger cousins a cake for her birthday with white icing and smarties on it. One year in winter, she visited my aunt in Australia and wasn't back for J's birthday to make the cake. J didn't speak to her for ages.
She loved snooker, thought John Higgins was a lovely chap but that Ronnie O'Sullivan was "a bould sod" - and if you've ever seen me rant on any subject, trust me, there is no comparison between me in full tear and the withering disgust that a seventy-odd year old lady who never swore in her life put into those two words! (She was out at a cousin's confirmation one year when she overheard people behind her saying that Hendry was murdering O'Sullivan in the world championship semi final. It's hard to say whether that or the confirmation had her in a good mood!)
Nana absolutely loved Nimoy and lit up whenever she was in the room. We managed to find Great-Grandmother cards for Christmas and Mother's Day last year, and when Nana was clearing away all the other cards, she insisted that those two be kept on display in her glass ornament press. We have cards for Nimoy from her, signed "Great Nana" and she was so disgusted because she got her first birthday card made especially for her, handmade, and the "stupid woman" spelled Abigail's name wrong.
My Nana lived across the wall from us when we were growing up and we spent as much time there as we did at home. Today is my Grandad's 23rd anniversary, and it's nice to think that they're together again... it's a long time to be missing someone.
RIP Nana...love and miss you loads.
However, life, as John Lennon once said, is what happens when you're busy making other plans.
Some of you might remember in October/November I posted a picture of four generations of my family at my Nana's 80th birthday party.
On March 31st, my lovely Nana passed away.
She went peacefully, a week later than the doctors had given her. They don't know how she hung on as long as she did, we think that it was because March 31st was my uncle's birthday, he was the one who lived with her and she wanted to make sure that she was there for that. She passed at 11.45pm, with another of my uncles with her (she swore she never had favourites among her nine children, but this one was the one who travelled the most, and whenever he was coming for dinner, the sugar bowl was always out, as was the good milk jug.), and she was buried on Mother's Day. As HelsinkiDaddy said, she had it all worked out. (And she would tell us that she's not stubborn!)
My Nana loved to bake and she always made one of my younger cousins a cake for her birthday with white icing and smarties on it. One year in winter, she visited my aunt in Australia and wasn't back for J's birthday to make the cake. J didn't speak to her for ages.
She loved snooker, thought John Higgins was a lovely chap but that Ronnie O'Sullivan was "a bould sod" - and if you've ever seen me rant on any subject, trust me, there is no comparison between me in full tear and the withering disgust that a seventy-odd year old lady who never swore in her life put into those two words! (She was out at a cousin's confirmation one year when she overheard people behind her saying that Hendry was murdering O'Sullivan in the world championship semi final. It's hard to say whether that or the confirmation had her in a good mood!)
Nana absolutely loved Nimoy and lit up whenever she was in the room. We managed to find Great-Grandmother cards for Christmas and Mother's Day last year, and when Nana was clearing away all the other cards, she insisted that those two be kept on display in her glass ornament press. We have cards for Nimoy from her, signed "Great Nana" and she was so disgusted because she got her first birthday card made especially for her, handmade, and the "stupid woman" spelled Abigail's name wrong.
My Nana lived across the wall from us when we were growing up and we spent as much time there as we did at home. Today is my Grandad's 23rd anniversary, and it's nice to think that they're together again... it's a long time to be missing someone.
RIP Nana...love and miss you loads.
