Grief ... and Happy Memories

I have just had a big cry, and sat down to write a sad post about grief.  But then, I thought no.  I am not going to dwell on being sad.  I am tired, drained, and fed up of the endless phone calls and organising.  But I am on top of things, Nana H will be having a good send off, and I can take my foot off the gas.

So I am going to post about Nana H.  I have known her for around eight and a half years, and have been blessed to have her in my life.  She always had a tale to tell, and had led a colourful life.  From wartime exploits as a Land Girl, to apple crumbles and custard for her grandson (from the huge tree in her garden!) in later years, there are lots of fond memories.  I remember how over the moon she was when we told her she would be a great-grandmother, something she never in a million years dreamed she would see.  Baby R shares her middle name with Nana H, and we will treasure those early days photos of Nana H holding both our babies.

Grief is hard, but alongside the sadness there is lots to be thankful for.  On Monday we will be celebrating a long and eventful life, lived with love for her family and a wise word for all.  If it is your thing, I invite you to send up a prayer, light a candle, or just think of us on Monday morning, as we say goodbye.