Never forgotten.

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My dear readers. I have some sad news, I’m afraid. As some of you may know, around three months ago my grandfather passed away and was finally relieved of his dementia. His wife – my beloved Nana – was left behind and we spent some special quality time with her while we were in Tasmania to celebrate his life only recently.

Well, my friends, Nana passed away on the 4th of July. While this is an American day of Independence, I believe it was Nana’s too. She went peacefully in her sleep, sitting in my grandfather’s favourite chair. Isn’t that just heartbreakingly beautiful? A lifelong love story with a poetic and romantic ending.

It’s such a bittersweet feeling. Knowing they are reunited is comforting. They always used to joke about death  (somewhat unconventional as they were) and decided they wanted to go closely together after living long and happy lives. I am so glad their wishes came true, but it’s tough to be left behind sometimes.

My Nana was pretty amazing. She’d just been ‘rediscovered’ across the world, in her retirement home after being a poster girl for the war effort, working on the barges in Britain. She was famous again at last, with requests for interviews and TV commitments. She found it tiring, but I think she really did like it. I am so proud of her.

Soon I will travel with my family (Mum, Dad and my brother) to spend time celebrating her life in Tassie again (very unexpected so soon). It will be just me, leaving Mr Unprepared behind to look after the Little Mister – the longest I’ll have ever left him for (but that’s another story). Red eye flight here I come.

Rest in peace, Nana. We miss and love you. Say hi to Granddad Kenny for us.