I have written this post in my head about 10 times, but when it comes to putting the words down its so much harder. My nan passed away in the early hours of Monday. She was the incredible age of 90, and in the past few years she had been diagnosed with cancer. Up until her late eighties she had never really suffered with ill health, and she put this down to teaching yoga. She taught yoga years before it became the trendy exercise for the yummy mummies to do. Infact the last time we took the kids to visit ‘older nanny’ earlier this year, she was sat up in bed showing the kids her yoga moves. She was 90 !!! I think if I attempted this, I would have surely passed out.
She managed to stay in her own home until late last year, when she moved into a nursing home. I know it was such a difficult time for her, leaving the house she had lived in for over 50 years. The nursing home was a wonderful place, filled with lovely staff who all had a soft spot for my nan. On Sunday I went and saw my nan for the final time. She was asleep, and I stayed with her for over 2 hours. She never woke up again and she died peacefully in her sleep during the night. For years my nan had always said she wanted to slip away in her sleep, and I am glad she got her wish.
She was an incredibly strong lady who had been a cook in the women’s air force, been a labour councillor and set up a social club from scratch. She was hardworking and opinionated. I think I have a little of her opinionated nature in me, just ask the husband !
I was her only grandchild and I am proud to have called her my nan for 41 years.
I am linking up with the lovely Lorraine from theuncheshirewife.com for Talk about it Tuesday