Having been away for the past week, I've not even seen a computer, let alone had the chance to blog... but I'm back now and your respite is over...
Some holiday stuff will follow over the weekend, but for now I just want to remember my Gran, Gertie, who died on 13th August 1987, a quarter of a century ago last Monday.
She was a kind, but formidable, forthright woman... sometimes maybe excessively so, but in Gran's eyes I was the grandson who could do no wrong - even when I did... I don't care how many times I say it, but I was blessed with four fantastic grandparents and I was especially close to my Gran during my younger years... and through some difficult times.
I remember going to Darlington Memorial Hospital the night she died... we spoke one last time and she told me not to rush into a relationship with the person I would eventually marry... She was rarely wrong... It would be almost two decades before Elaine finally came into my life... how I wish Elaine and Gran had met...
Anyway, back in the hospital, I ended up saying things like... you'll be better soon... everything will be fine... even though we probably both knew it wouldn't. I never said I loved her that night... and I never said goodbye.
It might be twenty-five years too late, but I love you Gran xxx Rest peacefully xxx
All my own work... almost.