She’s 90 this week, but she’s got rapidly advancing Alzheimer’s, she’s confused and suddenly so very old and just looks so tired .
I was talking to her on the phone a few days ago, reminding her of time we spent together when I was tiny, and she said; ‘these grandparents of yours sound very special indeed’ . I broke my heart, because I realised she didn’t know I was talking about her - I desperately wanted to say, ‘it’s you - you’re my granny’ but it would have been futile .
Sometimes on the phone she seems to know who we are; and she has a sudden flash of memory - other times she just has no idea .
She has always been a very eccentric lady; came from a background of very hard working labour supporters and trade unionists . She has this fantastic mix of being very well educated in private schools, having been taught deportment and elocution and having spent her entire life visiting and working in museums and galleries - she has an incredible knowledge . She knows all manner of things - she was a scout leader, involved with church, a mountain climber ... She always had a song, poem or a bit of Latin/French - even last week she was inserting Latin into every second sentence ...
She has retained a great deal - even as she’s aged she can take so eloquently, with a distinct Edinburgh accent and still even now will say things in such a quaint way . Sort of like an old BBC presenter !
She’s just wonderful in every way and to me as a child, she was absolutely perfect .
I know she can’t be with us forever and I know she’s so elderly, but I was sitting with her on Saturday, looking at photos, and I felt, I could be with her everyday and it still wouldn’t be enough . She’s being moved to a care home soon, I know I won’t be able to visit her and it feels like I’m grieving her almost . Just heartbroken .
I’m her eldest granddaughter - some twenty years between me and the youngest, and I so wish there was some way to capture the essence of her, to share that, but how can you ? It doesn’t seem possible somehow .