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Ode to beloved Granny

An ode to beloved Granny
A most remarkable woman in her quiet little way

Roses from Beatrice’s garden (another great mum and gardener)

When I was a child, you were making clothes for my teddys
And I gave you drawings and flower buckets I plucked in your wonderful garden
As a child, you were my ‘happy place’ and nothing would make me feel better, than to know, you were gonna be my babysitter

I remember you cooking 23 different dishes for our family Christmas dinners without breaking a sweat
And bringing me and my cousins lavish easter eggs of the best chocolate
You dedicated your life to helping others – helping the elder and weak
I hope you too felt helped when you were old and ill

As I grew up, you knitted me sweaters and taught me how to make real laces
I visited you alone or with my friends, seeking your always positive company and vice advises learned from a life of lessons
In all these years, I never once heard you utter a negative word on anyone or anything
First time I ever heard you complain, was after you broke your hip and couldn’t bike and walk as you used to

The break of bones and following operation seemed to be the start of your old age
You started telling the same stories and getting confused easily
When I travelled, I would send you postcards and buy you stupid little things
Just to let you know, I loved you even I wasn’t around much

When mum called me and told me you were in the hospital, we dropped everything and went to see you
You lay on the bed sleeping when we came , but opened your eyes and saw me and said’ There is Tania’
I hugged you and we talked a bit
Told you everything was gonna be fine and we would come back the next day

10 minutes after we left the hospital, they called and told us you had died
We turned the car around and went back…
I cried and cried and hugged you again, wishing you would come back to me
But it was your time and I had to be in the world without you

When I think about you, I think about the most wonderful woman I ever met (equal to mum of course)
A woman who never raised her voice against anyone and still managed to held her own
Who loved making laces and kept the most beautiful garden where a child could disappear into sunflowers beds and in the shadow of pear tress
This is my longtime coming Goodbye
When I think about your death, I still tear up – but I’m glad you’re not sick and suffering anymore
You will always stay with me

Goodbye flowers

 

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