The loss of a loved one is never easy, and this is something my family and I have been going through recently. My grandma was 93 when she passed away a few weeks ago. It was all very sad, but not completely unexpected. One day back in October a doctor advised that family members should visit her, because she didn't have long. I don't think they thought she would make it through the night, but well over a month later she was still fighting. A member of staff at her care home joked that she was holding on because my cousin was pregnant, and she wanted to meet her latest grandchild. Maybe that was true, and the amazing thing is she got her wish, if so.
In Grandma's memory I wanted to share a couple of photos with you all. The one on the left is a pic of her in the care home, with Winnie the Pooh, which was a gift from me. I had no idea how much joy that bear would give her when I made the purchase, but she thought it was lovely, and would keep saying so every now and again. The photo on the right brings back lots of memories, such as Grandma asking me about the darker streaks in my hair. She couldn't understand how they got there. She had dementia, and I think it totally confused her. She told me she wasn't that keen on them, but I wasn't offended at all, because she was so full of compliments every time I saw her. She was always telling me how pretty or nice I looked. Bless her.
I don't want to make this post really long, because it's all still a bit raw, but as my aunty said to me the other day - it's good to keep Grandma's memory alive. As I write this I feel totally exhausted. It's been a crazy few weeks with one thing and another, and I apologise to you all, because I'm totally behind with my blogging.
I would love to hear your thoughts, and whether you've been through a similar thing. I'm sure most of us have at some stage. Feel free to tell me about your happy memories.