Where do I even begin? I’m still reeling from the shock.
This is my Nanna. My beloved, dear, sweet Nanna who has been there for me all my life. More than a grandmother, she played a big part in helping to raise me when my parents divorced and was always the foundation stone of my life. Sometimes I feel like my mum and I are more like sisters and we both share the loss of this amazing mother. She was gentle, wise and compassionate and I will miss her more than words can possibly express.
She went to bed last Thursday and died peacefully in her sleep. It came as a shock to all the family – she was 86 and wasn’t in the best of health, but it wasn’t expected.
But I’m afraid there’s more.
This one will probably be harder for a lot of my loyal readers. I’m sorry to have to tell you that Basil is no longer with us.
He picked up a little after Christmas, but I’ve known for a while now that he had a probable tumour and we have monitored him carefully over the last few weeks. We decided last week that we needed to talk to the vet and today we all agreed that he was only going to suffer more and more as time went on and it was time to let him go.
What else can I say. There’s no point trying to describe how I’m feeling, I could go on for pages and pages, but I don’t really have the energy. Life goes on, we still have Adrian’s parents to care for and even though Derrick is home, he’s not really ready for it. He’s managed to have a pretty serious fall and hit his head and hurt his arm quite badly. To add insult to injury, his doctors surgery just burnt down at the weekend. You couldn’t make it up really, could you!
Nanna’s funeral is next week and I will be coming back and getting straight into preparations for the Harrogate show. I know there’s a lot of people thrilled to bits that we are going back to some shows this year, but I need to ask you all to do something for me – don’t mention this stuff. I know the natural reaction is to offer sympathy, to pass on condolences, to offer a quick touch on the hand or a sympathetic smile – it’s exactly what I would want to do and in any other environment, I would appreciate it. However, it is all going to be so raw, that the kindest thing you can do for me at the shows is to let me put my “professional head” on, focus on the crafting and not think about this. The majority of people who will see us at the shows probably don’t read the blog and wouldn’t understand if I dissolve into tears because someone gives me a hug.
There’s one more thing you can do for me if your situation permits: make a special fuss of your Mum this Sunday and tell her you love her.