A letter for Granny

Granny - 2/3/2017

 

(I began to write this one week after she passed in January 2021 and added some new bits)

Dear Granny, 

I took you for granted for so many years 

I thought you were one of those people who would be here forever 

you were MY granny but I forgot you had a million grandchildren and great grandchildren who you belonged too to

your seat beside the stove 

every Sunday you'd make your buns and I'd pick the raisins out 

and every week I'd beg you to make me some without the raisins 

every Sunday you would ask me if I wanted a cup of tea to make me feel included - even though you knew I never drank it, not even once

your house was a Sunday ritual for as long as I can remember 

as we got older the house got a little but quieter. People stopped visiting - but the buns were always made

the house always had dogs - bruno, (not forgetting benji) and rocky the terror that ruined us all throwing that ball for hours

I finally got to visit your grave when I made it back to Ireland and stepping in the house you still are alive everywhere - the flowers, your chair 

noels doing good so is the cat you named puss puss and noel has a dog now

the orchid I got you is somehow still alive after all these years - mum waters it all the time

me, mum and pauline had a good cry when we all got together and I took some of your scarves from your room. they still haven't gotten around to emptying it just yet 

I'll never take for granted how lucky I was that I get to call you MY granny, 

I'll miss you forever 

I hope you'll still be saying a prayer for me up there 

I hope I'll make you proud 

x