Today would have been my Grans 91st birthday. Unfortunately she isn’t here to celebrate it with us since she passed away in 1998.
She was the most kind, loving and caring Gran anyone could ever wish for. She taught me to knit, sew, bake and cook. I suppose you could say she was a typical traditional Grandmother. When my parents split up I went to live with my Grandparents and I can honestly say it was one of the happiest periods of my childhood. I was in a loving, stable home where we were allowed to be kids and spent hours playing in the garden and making dens. When we came home from school there was always a warm bowl of home-made soup waiting on the table for us and after our homework we would usually bake or cook together.
In 1990 she had a really bad accident when she was knocked down by a drunk driver and was so badly injured we thought she was going to have to have both legs amputated. In her youth she was an Irish Dancer and the thought of losing her legs devastated her. She was such a strong woman and was determined she would walk again and that she did. Through sheer strength and determination she learned to walk again and even got to dance at my uncles wedding.
Family meant everything to her and she was blessed with a wonderful husband, 6 children, 10 Grandchildren and now she has 1 Great-Granddaughter who is named after her. Unfortunately she never got to meet Miss B but I know she would have loved her to bits. When she left us she left a big hole behind because she was the heart of our family. Tonight I will raise a glass in her memory and remember how luck I was to have her for 17 years of my life. Happy Birthday Gran, love and miss you always