My Granny darling passed away just after midnight on Sunday January 3rd. She was almost 91 years old, and she was ready to join my Grampa darling in heaven. Granny Sheila died peacefully, falling asleep as she listened to a bible reading, her faith rock solid as always.
I was blessed in that I got to spend a lot of time with my Granny. I got to visit her a couple of times after she moved to KZN too, and I am going to miss her a lot.
There are things that will forever remind me of my granny Sheila, like giggling till we can’t talk anymore, and Sunday buffets. Doing crosswords in waiting rooms, and drinking dry white wine with our fish and chips in Wimpy. And lemon curd.
Thank you, my Granny Gran.
You didn’t try, you did.
You didn’t talk, you acted.
You didn’t bully, and you weren’t a pushover.
You didn’t butt in, but you didn’t keep quiet either.
Your love for your family and your faith unwavering.
I love you lots.
I miss you.