I’ve written about my Granny on here before: https://lornpearsontrains.co.uk/?s=Granny&submit=Search
She was a lovely, down to earth lady, who reached the ripe old age of 87. My Granny was someone I loved to be around and wanted to make proud. She lived miles away, and I’d go and visit her maybe once a year, and wrote to her regularly as I was growing up.
This time 11 years ago, she was on her death bed, and had still taken the time out to write me my annual Christmas card. She died, at home,on Friday 13th December. And so followed a very sad and important few days for me in my life.
As a young woman at the time (22), out of duty, on the Saturday, I travelled to Lochaline where she lived, and helped my Aunt with all of the arrangements.
I saw my Granny in her coffin, and helped get the house ready for the wake. The funeral was on the Wednesday after she died, and (perhaps against local tradition, as a woman) I had the honour of being one of the pole bearers, lowering her into the ground on that cold, clear December morning.
Late that afternoon, as the low Winter sun was setting over Lochaline, I left for home. And a few hours later, exhausted both physically and mentally, I got home to my flat: to this card from my Granny in the post.
I burst into tears. Remembering her, my Granny, and what a wonderful person she was. A lovely lady who was full of manners, a true lady in every sense of the word.
A few things happened that weekend that were almost life changing for me. I was struggling to deal with my crazy family at one point, and I went out for a look at the clear December skies.
Looking up, wondering why I was putting myself through this, a massive shooting star went right across the sky towards where she was lying in her coffin in the house.
My Granny lived on the west coast and whenever I’d travel to see her, I’d usually see some stunning rainbows in the rainy weather.
As I was driving home from her house that day, I left just as the sun was starting to go down, and an hour later by the time I got to the Corran Ferry, it was as if the lights had gone out. It was dark and it was the end of my life with my Granny.
I still have all of the many letters she wrote to me, along with the booklet from her funeral and photos of her. I think I’ll have a wee read of my letters today, and you never know, perhaps I might see a wee rainbow today too. 🙂
When I lowered her into the ground, and after her funeral, all I could think about was my Granny, and making her proud. Time out to myself, and I swore I’d do her proud.