My grandmother died a fortnight ago and I wanted to remember her here. Her funeral was on Monday. It was a lovely service with family members talking of their memories of her. This is what I wrote:
It is hard to imagine the world of Grandma‘s birth. Ninety-eight years is an incredible expanse of time. Just thirteen years before she was born was the first powered flight – and just last year a probe landed on a comet millions of miles away.
Once, when heading to grandma‘s house, we had terrible trouble locking mum and dad’s front door. It took us ages. Eventually the problem was revealed – grandma had been using the wrong key.
Many years ago, while on holiday in Bodmin, Mum and Grandma shared in a little conspiracy. Aware that Richard and I were not finding the walk much fun they told us that just around the corner there was a little tea room. Whereas, in fact, neither of them knew if there was one on that path. Then, just round the corner, we found a lovely little place on a hill. We had ice creams.
Then, when we got back to where we were staying, there was a red van waiting for us selling fish and chips.