Last night, my grandmother passed away, my last grandparent. I was lucky enough to grow up with a “full set” of grandparents until I was 16 years old, and always felt like a small cog in a big family machine which brings with it an element of safety and security. It’s very grounding.
Nannie’s passing happened on exactly the day when it felt like Spring is on her way and it’s one of those moments that marks a definite shift from the way things have been to the way things were. It’s one of those “then” and “now” divisions in time when everything shifts as a chapter comes to an end.
We can only hope now for peace and for things to heal and get easier for my Dad’s family. My grandmother’s legacy lives on through her six surviving children, their children, and their children’s children. That’s no mean feat.
This year I will plant something to commemorative all of my grandparents. Both Pappa and Grandad were keen gardeners and worked every workable day in their lives, spending so much time outside and working with the earth. My grandparents’ influence has weaved its way into the way I life, think and work and I will be forever grateful for that.