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I want to thank everyone who responded to my last post. Please forgive me for not responding to you all personally, but I fear it will reduce me to tears again. But I am very touched by your words.
The funeral is on Monday, which will be a difficult time for all, especially Grandpa, my dad and his brothers. However it is to be a traditional Roman Catholic burial, which I believe is what she would have wanted. She loved the Church and it played an important part in her life.
I was thinking about the last time I saw Granny. She was clearly not herself... it took her quite a while to notice I was there and while she was talking and moving, she seemed to be in her own world. I've decided to try to forget that. I have so many other lovely memories.
The time my parents went away when I was a kid and she and Grandpa looked after my sister and I. She cooked, she cleaned, she fussed... and she put me off sprouts for life!
The many, many occasions when my sister and I fought she would tell us repeatedly about when she was a young girl living in Ireland. They were poor and so a single boiled sweet would be broken up and shared amongst all her brothers and sisters - and yet, somehow there was always enough left for the girl next door too.
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geuzegirly probably knows this one better than I - but I was told of the time Granny scrubbed all the nasty black stuff off a saucepan, never realising it was non-stick. Her heart was always in the right place, but the application of the goodwill was sometimes a little off!
She never really baked and gave up on Yorkshire puddings after a single disaster - but she made the best Irish stew and dumplings you've ever tasted. Hubby would always ask for it if he was going there and she always obliged. In fact, she always loved to do things for people.
She was a wonderful, special person and had a heart of gold. I consider myself blessed to have had her in my life for so many years.
The funeral is on Monday, which will be a difficult time for all, especially Grandpa, my dad and his brothers. However it is to be a traditional Roman Catholic burial, which I believe is what she would have wanted. She loved the Church and it played an important part in her life.
I was thinking about the last time I saw Granny. She was clearly not herself... it took her quite a while to notice I was there and while she was talking and moving, she seemed to be in her own world. I've decided to try to forget that. I have so many other lovely memories.
The time my parents went away when I was a kid and she and Grandpa looked after my sister and I. She cooked, she cleaned, she fussed... and she put me off sprouts for life!
The many, many occasions when my sister and I fought she would tell us repeatedly about when she was a young girl living in Ireland. They were poor and so a single boiled sweet would be broken up and shared amongst all her brothers and sisters - and yet, somehow there was always enough left for the girl next door too.
geuzegirly probably knows this one better than I - but I was told of the time Granny scrubbed all the nasty black stuff off a saucepan, never realising it was non-stick. Her heart was always in the right place, but the application of the goodwill was sometimes a little off!She never really baked and gave up on Yorkshire puddings after a single disaster - but she made the best Irish stew and dumplings you've ever tasted. Hubby would always ask for it if he was going there and she always obliged. In fact, she always loved to do things for people.
She was a wonderful, special person and had a heart of gold. I consider myself blessed to have had her in my life for so many years.
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Date: 2007-03-29 07:53 am (UTC)From: