You can probably guess where this is going.

Those of you who saw #MySundayPhoto this week will know that the start of the new year brought with it the death of my Granny, my dad’s mum.

A last letter to my Granny

She was 95 (and a half โ€“ sheโ€™d have wanted me to add the half) and had pneumonia, so it wasnโ€™t entirely unexpected, and we all had a chance to say goodbye.

Even so, her loss is keenly felt and Iโ€™m so sad she wonโ€™t get to meet her fourth great-grandchild, although she did feel him or her kick before she died. If only sheโ€™d hung on for another month.

I’m finding itย especially strange preparing for a birth in the wake of a death โ€“ buying newborn nappies while wondering what to wearย to her funeral – but I guess thatโ€™s life: it carries on regardless, and the new baby is her legacy.

As always when someone dies all sorts of memories come flooding back, so I’ve put mine together in a last letter to my Granny.

A last letter to my Granny

I’ve never met anyone quite like you,
You let us get away with anything from as young as two.

From jumping on beds,
To climbing the coal shed,
You indulged us something rotten,
Which will never be forgotten.

You’d give us salt for our crisps,
And stuff the larder with gifts,
Like fancy biscuits and cakes,
Whichย you let us eatย until our tummies ached.

We always had lots of fun,
Like the time we had to run,
Through the street in bin bags for coats,
Beforeย itย turned into a moat.

You’d say what you saw,
Which could have been a flaw,
But your observations were always so funny,
And usually on the money.

Your legacy is the children,
Whose lives have just begun,
Weโ€™ll make sure your memory always lives on,
Becauseย yourย love can never be undone.

A last letter to my Granny

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