What a bitterly sweet beautiful day,
today is the day we say goodbye for now to Nanny Pat. It doesn't seem
real, I feel like it’s too soon to be having this day, that
we aren't really saying goodbye to her, that we are all going to wake
up and it all just be a dream.
It’s bitterly cold and snowing, the
house is getting full of family members, probably for the last time.
It doesn't feel the same without my Nan alive and present in it, even
though her coffin is there and she hasn't been gone from it for too
long the house has lost its family welcome without her being here.
Typical me; my dress has come apart
at the zip and I literally need to be sewn back in it. I can only imagine what
my Nan would have to say on this matter: “Megan, why can’t you buy clothes that
are going to last a long time? It’s not all about how you look you know.” It’s
hard not to miss her most at times like this, but we all know that she is there
in spirit and laughing at us all for having to stand around in the snow.
The ceremony is beautiful, the
Eulogy read, poems read and all the granddaughters and my uncle Raymond putting
a red rose on to her coffin, we are finally able to grieve and say our goodbye.
The church is full beyond capacity; there is not an empty seat in the room, and
people stood either side, all grieving over the loss of my Nan. It is an
overwhelming thought, that my Nan actually does have more friends than I do,
but you know old people, love to make new mates, just in case and at this time
it is more than apparent that these were not ‘just in case mates’ but my Nan's nearest
and dearest.
Rest in paradise Nanny Pat, loved
forever and never forgotten.
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