Innocently looking at your photo, smiling at seeing your face, telling everyone you are his Great Nanny.
Today would be your 90th birthday, but unfortunately you didn’t quite make it.
Your funeral was last week, but I couldn’t attend. It’s not a place for a baby.
Even though you were my husbands Nan, I loved you like my own.
You loved me the same.
We all raised a glass for you today, in honour of this birthday milestone.
I’m sure you’re up there doing the same.
Playing the piano, making friends with everyone.
Happy birthday Nan/Great Nanny.
You will be forever in our thoughts.
x
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Such a beautifully written post. I lost my grandfather who I was very close to in February when my little bubba was only 5 months old. My grandfather absolutely redheaded my little boy and it broke my heart when he went that he wouldn’t get to see his first great grandchild grow up. I just try to see it as he is still around and looking after my little boy. I just can’t see him anymore.
Sending you love at this hard time.
xxx
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Thank you. There’s a whole new emotion towards loss when you have a child, isn’t there? Even though she wasn’t my Nan (she’s my husbands Nan) I loved her dearly and she adored Lamb. What a lovely way to think about it, you’re right, they are still there, you just can’t see them. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment 🙂 xxx