I haven't blogged for a while, it has been one of those things I go to do, but then don't know what to say as the events going on in the background of my life could not have been put into words very easily, least not for me, and to not speak of them whilst I shared photos of my children, or of the latest scrapping project I was working on seemed wrong also. But I find it helps me to write things down, heals, almost like downloading to relieve the burden, so forgive me if the following isn't the happiest of posts x
Last weekend I visited my two remaining grandparents in their respective care homes.
My Nan turned 88 last Tuesday and having progressive dementia it can be difficult at times going to see her, especially with the children, but she loves to see them and I adore my Nan and so any time with her is precious, even if she maybe doesn't know who we are. After a few hours, a nice slice of sponge cake and a cuppa with her to celebrate her birthday and we set off to visit my dad's dad in his care home. He too did not recognise me, although he knew my Roberts straight away, his "mate" he called him as Robert to him was a shining star. Sadly on Saturday my beloved grandad passed away, an end to his suffering from that awful disease that took my nan earlier this year. I take huge comfort in knowing he is no longer in pain and everything is now as it should be with him reunited with the love of his life in heaven - but that does not detract from the fact that I will miss him and am grief stricken for my dad.
It has been a rotten year watching three grandparents battle with their health, having to see the hurt it has caused my parents, and then to loose both nan and grandad barely 6 months apart seems so cruel. It puts things into perspective though, time is a healer I know, I still miss my grandad who died in 2003 but have such fond memories of how much he made me laugh. I will surely never forget the love my late grandparents bestowed upon me and my children, a love that I was brought up surrounding in. I only hope my children are able to say the very same thing when they are my age.
RIP Grandad John xx