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  • She died when I was 10 years old & I was devastated. It was the first time I had to deal with death & I cried myself to sleep every night.
    My Grandma did not spoil me or shower me with gifts. I was very careful not to misbehave in her presence as I could not bear to face her disapproval. Not that I ever remember her telling me off. What she did give me was our little special time together.

    When we stayed at her small bungalow, she would give up her bedroom for my mum, dad & little brother. Grandma and I would sleep on camp beds in the parlour, the best room in the house that was normally kept for visitors. I felt privileged to be trusted to sleep amongst her valued possessions.

    We would always be the first ones up, sometimes in time to catch the sunrise materialise as a backdrop to her beautiful garden. After we had tidied away our bed things she would make a pot of tea for us both. She would light the coal fire, the only source of heat in that small back room and I would help her open the curtains by the back door to let in the dawn glow. I felt so grown up, just me and my grandmother, drinking tea in the morning sunlight .

    I once asked her if she would mind if I called her “Nan” instead of “Grandma” as all of my friends at school would talk about their “Nan’s” and would laugh at me if I mentioned my “Grandma”. I felt very nervous asking her but she seemed unfazed and told me I could do that if I wanted to. I imagine she must have been amused or bemused at my request but when the occasion came to use her new name I could not bring myself to do it. In the end I decided to call her my Nan in front of my friends, it took a bit of practice but I managed it to stop being teased.
    I still miss her. I wish she could have seen me grow up. I wish she could have met my husband and children, my own small family. I hope she would have been proud of me and have liked me as much as I did her.
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