Dear Nanny on her own
I’m not sure why I ever called you that, I think it was because mum’s parents were nanny and grandad and you were by yourself, although according to dad, you were better off that way anyway, because the grandad that I never knew was a bit like his name a ‘Wally’!
Yesterday would have been your 100th birthday, we had talked when I was younger about you getting a letter from the Queen one day and I thought you would probably knit her a jumper or a fluffy cardigan, like you used to do for me, but it wasn’t to be.
I still remember so vividly, dad getting the call that you had been taken to hospital, you had a stroke and you had fallen in all places, the bathroom! I still remember walking into that hospital room and seeing you lying there all battered and bruised, from the fall, your face was a deep shade of purple and you didn’t look much like nan, dad, uncle steve and I were taken into the doctors office and they explained that it was touch and go whether you would even survive the night, that 24 hours was one of the longest days of my life, but you pulled through, always were tough as old boots! In fact you continued to fight for another four months, we brought you home for Christmas Day, it was to be the last one I would spend with you, in February 1996, a month before your 80th birthday we said goodbye.
Twenty years later I still think about you every single day, I am so sad that you never got to meet my husband or any of my children, you were always there for me with a slice of bread pudding or an extra strong mint in your little tin, that I would have to break in half because they were too minty!
I still remember the wonderful loopy cardigans you made for Karen and I, always matching ( they are very fashionable now), how you taught me to knit, I can still only manage a scarf! The jewellery that you used to make for the little old ladies at the OAP club, the endless supply of Jaffa Oranges, you always used to be peeling one! The amazing costumes you made me for Fancy Dress parties and school plays
I think fondly of you cheating at Pig Pong, blowing the ball instead of using the pigs to puff it, and then rushing off to the loo with a weak bladder, you were loudest snorer I have ever known, I remember picking straws with my sister who got you staying in their room when you slept over!
The budgie that we got you to keep you company was the most vicious animal I have ever known.
If you are watching down over me, I love you and miss you so so much, I still have your vast thimble collection and the brush, comb and mirror set that always sat so majestically on your dresser, the glass trinket boxes are safely tucked away from little boys hands.
HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY NAN xxx