Today would have been my Nanna’s 82nd birthday. She died six days before my 18th birthday (21 years ago) and I still cry whenever I think about her. I think she would have been happy with the life I have now. She would have been happy with the peace there is between my Mum and I, the gorgeous husband I found, and the two children we have had together.
She died aged 61 and personally I think that’s too young. Naturally I’m going to say that because she was my Nanna, but my Mum is now 62 and I would like to think she will be around for a long time to come.
When you’re a teenager or even in your twenties, sixty seems like such an old age. But now. Sitting here at 38, I don’t think it seems that old at all.
Nanna lost her struggle with cancer in July 1991. Mum, Little Warrior and I went to her grave today and lay flowers. I wished her a Happy Birthday. And I wished she was here for one last hug. One last pinch on my cheek.
I love you Nanna and miss you more than anything.
Are you still fortunate enough to still have your grandparents?
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