My 'Nana' Lillian
My paternal grandmother passed away five years ago. She had been battling cancer for several months, and on the 29th of January 2007, lost her battle against the disease. She knew that she was dying, but still she put on a brave face for me and my brother. I was ten years old when she died, and I still vividly remember coming home from school to be told that my 'Nana' had passed away. I knew that she was ill, but I never gave up hope that she would recover. After all, even at my young age I didn't think that she was 'that' old. Looking back now, I realise that no, she wasn't old at all. She was 58. She should still of had many years of life ahead of her.
Now, whenever the 29th of January comes to pass, I still look back on the many happy memories I have of my Nana. I no longer cry or feel extremely saddened, like I did pretty much constantly in the weeks following her death, but I feel a great joy in remembering the strong and feisty but also decent, loving and very intelligent woman she was. I know pretty much everyone gushes about their grandmother, but she really was an amazing woman.
The last time I saw her was at Christmas, just a month before she passed away. She did seem a little frail to me at the time, but she was cracking jokes and chatting away happily with everyone like she usually did. She was in a hospice at this point, but just after New Years day she was told that she was not long for this world. After being told this she decided that she wanted to die at home, and that's where she did indeed pass away. Unfortunately, much to my anger and upset, neither me nor my brother were allowed to attend her funeral because children were not allowed. I feel saddened that I never really got to say goodbye.
Today would of been her 64th birthday.
R.I.P Nana. You are still dearly loved and missed.
August 26th 1948 - January 29th 2007.
Gone but NEVER forgotten.
Your granddaughter Hannah xxx