My Nan passed away last month. It was a grim way to end off February and I wasn’t expecting it at all.
I haven’t seen my Nan since my Sisters wedding over a year ago. She was very drunk at the time and full of joy and happiness. She was much loved by all of my family and we enjoyed every moment we spent with her (when we did see her of course).
Unlike some Grandparents I know whom are both still together, her husband (my Grandfather) had passed away many years ago when I was a young child, so she’s been pressing on without him in the company of my Uncle.
Death is something that will eventually happen to us all. There’s no way of stopping it. But it’s not something that should restrict us from doing anything either. It should give us more reason to go out and make the most of the short time we have on this planet whilst we still can.
I’ve been unfortunate to have had to attend two funerals in 1 year. The first being Zoe’s Dads funeral (you can read Zoe’s story here).
My Nan lived a full life. She was 90 years old when she passed away. I’d like to say it was old age that took her life, but it wasn’t (though for her age that could have been a likely scenario). She had been suffering for a little while with diabetes, and for the last few weeks of her life had breathing difficulties.
I wasn’t able to see her before she died, but my Dad visited her often, especially when she went into hospital after collapsing in her nursing home.
I urged my Dad to get a photo with her together incase something might happen (I know from experience – ensuring you get a photo memory whilst you have a chance).
Luckily one of the last visits he made with my Sister, he captured a photo with her. Not long afterwards, she passed away…
I believe it’s important to prepare your last memories of a person to be positive ones. If you have to watch them suffer, it will end up haunting you for the rest of your life – not something anyone should have to experience.
Funerals, though an unfortunate circumstance, can be a nice get together with the entire family including family members you haven’t seen for a very long while. A get together like this one is a good time to celebrate the person’s life – share memories – stories of that person, and find out things you may not have previously known about that person.
As a child when my parents were still together, around Christmas time we always used to travel over to see my Nan. It felt like a long drive back then, but now it doesn’t seem that far away. She lived on the Wirral (not far from where I’m currently residing at the moment).
Sometimes on our journeys over, i’d see frost blanketed over flat endless fields rolling off into the distance. I felt a mild excitement knowing Christmas was coming soon and I’d get to visit my family once again this time of year.
We’d pull up onto her street, old war built houses either side. Out of the car and into her house. There she was, my Nan. She always made us feel welcome. Before she passed too, my Aunty Avril would live there too, sat in her corner in the living room. I don’t remember too much about her, but I can still picture her face in my mind.
This house was very old, and still had a toilet in the shed out in the back garden. The garden itself had a vegetable patch and a greenhouse alongside it with a massive tree in the far corner towering and shadowing over it.
After spending time with my Nan, we’d also visit my Aunty Gwynneth, who lived not even 5 minutes away in a Cul-de-sac at the time. Christmas was special there too with decorations everywhere and a warm, welcoming atmosphere.
I loved visiting my Nan as a child. I have very fond memories of her, and ones I’ll keep forever. She is now with my Granddad, and can now spend the rest of eternity together.
Rest in peace Nan.
In Loving Memory of Beryl Mary Plimley