Today is the anniversary of the death of my Grandmother.
I was so blessed to have become a Grannie myself by the time I lost mine.
My Grannie was funny
She made me laugh!
She was always in the middle of some bizarre drama that was so ridiculous you could not help but marvel at her story telling.
She was a brilliant story teller.
And her jokes - often wicked, even rude she was a rebellious spirit.
She retold the stories of her youth with glee as she told of all the mischief she got up to.
She gave me permission to be a rebel.
But most of all my Grannie accepted me.
She accepted me unconditionally
When I was depressed she understood.
When I was desperate she acknowledged that I was.
When I was hospitalised, despite her age, she was there
My Grandmother was special to me.
My Grandmother is still special to me.
Often I remember a funny thing she did and I smile.
Often I will see a Daisy and remember the time she rang me and sang "Daisy, Daisy" over the phone over and over again at 10 o'clock at night!
Often I think of the broken window she measured with a bread knife. 3 and a half bread knives by 3 and half bread knives - will always bring a smile to my face!
Always locking herself in and out of her house and having to call the locksmith, it was him who bought her house when she died
Grandma you were special
Grandma you were funny
And Grandma I love you and will always love you.
Thank you for coming into my life.
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