Until we meet again

Nan,

We never got to say goodbye; Not a text, a letter, a conversation or even a funeral. You were here one day, then the next day you were just gone.

It was hard to really grasp the concept that you were no longer here since covid withheld us from the traditional grief rituals, it didn’t feel real. It still doesn’t really. I half expect to see a random photo of your cat or garden on Facebook or see your name appear on my phone but you never will.

I’ll miss all of your strange and wonderful little quirks; the little Christmas cards you’d send, the random little messages about your ghosts, the way you never liked confrontation, your strange witchy intuition and even your extremely creepy portrait of Freddy Mercury. Most of all I’ll just miss you and your crazy but wonderfully bonkers self.

I’ll hold on to all of the memories always and forever. My fondest memory is of the day before you left for Denmark, we were at the Christmas Carol concert in the park. We stood there singing the Christmas carols with the neighbourhood and as it was coming to an end you reached for my hand and squeezed it really tight, we never said a word but I knew that was your way of saying goodbye.

I wish I could have held your hand like that one last time, at the time you needed it the most. I wish I knew our last conversation would have been our last, I’d have told you about how the times we’d sit there just watching TV were some of my favourite moments or how much I love the way you would break into song. That I love you. I just hope that you knew.

You were my ‘Granny Granger’, my friend and my safe haven and I love you.

Until we meet again,

Your ‘favourite’ Granddaughter