It’s very fast approaching one year since Becksie’s nana left us. Time has really gone very fast indeed but at the same time it also seems like no time at all has passed. When nana passed away it was extremely sad but at the same time she was very ready to go. If you follow our blog you may have already worked out that this time last year Becksie was heavily pregnant with Lizzie. Except at the time we didn’t know it was Lizzie and Becksie was in fact convinced (most days) that she was having a boy. Nana and Lizzie missed each other by 11 days and this is something Becksie is incredibly sad about – she would really have liked to have told Nana that she had had a girl and had indeed named her Elizabeth after Granny Gray who was named Elizabeth after her grandma.
For Becksie the days between Nana’s death and Nana’s funeral were very weird indeed! Having spent the previous few weeks wishing the baby would hurry up (she’d been waiting so long and nested so much that even the inside of books were dusted) she started to wish the baby would hold on so that she could make the 3 hour journey to Nana’s funeral. Everyone she spoke to said that as Nana’s funeral was set for the day before her due date there is NOOOOOO way she should go. It may not surprise you to know that this was Red Rag to a bull – Becksie was going and there was no stopping her! That is until on the Thursday morning before Nana’s funeral on the Friday Becksie got up at 7am and………. her waters broke! So instead of a trip to Chesterfield it was off to the hospital to find out a) how much childbirth really hurt and b) if we had a pink or a blue one!
So after a full day and night Elizabeth came into the world at 4.47am and Becksie’s lovely nana’s funeral started at 9am. A very strange day indeed for Granny Gray who stayed in the delivery suite waiting room all night, met her first grandchild at about 5.30am and then went straight to her mum’s funeral. Nana was well know for her sayings and one of these was something about how one person leaves another enters and in this case she was right. A very strange mix of emotions and Becksie was of course unable to get to the funeral .
When someone dies those left often think of things they would like to ask / tell them so here are a few things Becksie wishes she could ask / tell her Nana!
- You were right to advise ‘keeping ones hand on one’s hapenny’ – Childbirth hurts!
- You didn’t win the sweepstake – we got a girl and she was born the day before her due date
- I’m sure you’d be very proud to know that finally I have mastered the art of bread making something you loved and were incredibly good at – this new skill seems to have only really come to me since you left us so I often secretly speculate that by some magic unknown to the living you passed you skills on to me.
- I am still rubbish at knitting but vow to try harder – I have saught help from Ian’s mum and when I have more time will try again.
- I have a few things that were yours but I don’t need them to remind me of you as Lizzie has your sparkly eyes and very often throws me a look that is just you!
- Lizzie says ‘ooohh’ a lot – this was your catch phrase except you added a ‘dear’ on the end. I’m sure when Lizzie gets more speech she too will say ‘ooohh dear’.
- My mum is slowly but surely turning into you and has taken over saying some of the extremely wonderful comically genius things you used to say.
- I’m sorry I didn’t make your funeral – I was busy but I know you wouldn’t have minded.
- I have given up shopping in supermarkets and have become really interested in the shopping of the past – tell me how you used to shop and cook for your family.
- You’re right housework is never ending.
- No I still don’t watch University Challenge!
- I know that when I last spoke to you on the phone that you knew the same as I did that this was the last time we would ever talk.
- I love you
- I miss you