Granny died yesterday. Neither she nor I are religious. The only life after death that I believe in, is that which is passed on in the genes or the memories left behind. In that respect, Granny will live on a long long time. She is in all of my happiest memories of my childhood. She has also always been my role model. If I ever become half the person she was, I’ll be proud. She was the best person I know, will be remembered forever, and missed always.
Until a few months ago, we thought she’d be getting a letter from the Queen. These photos were taken when I was in NZ for her 90th, so you see what I mean. Instead, she died aged 92. She deteriorated quickly, which while sucking for us, I was grateful for because it meant she did not suffer long, and when the worst part came, it was over in a few days. I have to be grateful for that.
I’m also so very glad I was able to visit with her last month. Now, I’m flying back to NZ just one month later to attend her funeral. And to say goodbye.
She is the person I loved most in this world and her death leaves a very large hole. I hope she knew just how much she meant to me.
I love you Granny. May this blog post show the universe a little just how much.