Dorothy May Easton
Born 28 May 1914
Died 20 September 2003
They say that time heals all wounds - what they don't tell you is that no matter how much time passes by, the scar tissue that remains still reminds you of the pain.
It has been 7 years since my Gran died and the tears still flow bitterly.
I was on a picnic with BD when I got the call to say that "granny" had died.
Granny was there to look after me when my mom had to start working again.
Granny taught me how to knit when my mom was still dropping stitches.
Granny brought me grated apple when I had runny tummy and played rummy with me to keep me company while my thumb was in a cast after being run over my a car
Granny showed me how to bake a fluffy cake
Granny brought me coffee in bed on weekends
Granny would let me look through all her old books as long as I looked after them
Granny told me stories with a sad faraway look in her eyes about how she had always wanted to be a tap dancer but was too poor.
Granny looked after her siblings when she lost her parents by working in a box factory and never gt the chance to learn how to swim
Granny kept the pretty jersey I bought her to wear for a special occassion, but we found it in her cupboard still with the tag on because that special occassion had not come in time.
Granny kept a toy I had knitted for her, still on her bed by her pillow even though it was over 10 years old.
Granny had stopped wanting to live after my grandfather died suddenly 9 months before and after having a stroke from the shock of it all, she told me she wanted to be with him because she missed him.
That morning, 7 years ago they were helping her drink her tea and she just closed her eyes and stopped breathing.
Autopy revealed her heart was strong, doc said she just gave up and died from a broken heart.
Granny was 89.
The next morning I had a dream that she came to me and she was happy because she was finally able to tapdance. I think that really was her telling me that she was happy again.
We miss you Granny and we will always love you.
I am so sorry. I lost my Gran in May - we actually buried her on her 82nd birthday. My black labrador, Hamish, was born on her 80th birthday, and I'm beyond certain that some of her lives on in him - he is as daft as she was! I am the same as you; I shall never stop loving or missing her. Huge hug.
ReplyDeletegranny's are the best. i lost my when i was 8, and the other when i was in college. :( i don't have anymore grandparents living. the good thing is that you have tons of memories of her ... i'm sure they're great ones!
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories. Lovely lady your Granny. XX SM.
ReplyDeletethis made me so emotional - it was so sweet. I have a granny too and she is so special to me but suffering from alzheimer's :(
ReplyDeleteAh lovely post about your Granny! Mine past away 2 years ago and my heart is still broken. Grandpa also gave up after she died and a month later, almost to the day, he joined her. I always say my granny died of cancer and granpa of a broken heart.
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