My wonderful, kind, gentle gran has died. I'm devastated . She was very old, she was tired and she'd been dreadfully unwell for a long, long time but I'm gutted .
She couldn't do more for her grandchildren, she was just this amazing force of life and energy - how can that just be gone? I can't get past the fact that I'll never phone her again, never see her .
She was a proper 'storybook' Gran, she was always making jam, puddings, she was full of books and stories and songs and games . If you went out with her people would end up watching her, as she was always leading the party with a song .
She would do anything to help another person, I always remember I once left a tiny little polly pocket doll at her house when I was 3 or 4, it can't have bigger than a cm tall, she found it (miracle in a house that size) and sent it up in the mail.
She was so wonderfully 'her', eccentric and of a forgotten age where people wore hats to bed, ate breakfast with proper silver and china plates and answered the phone by telling you the number you'd just rung.
I absolutely adored every single bit of her and my Granda, who died years and years ago, I can't believe that they're both gone now and any children I have won't get to meet them .
How can I make sure I remember every part of her? I wish I'd known the last time I saw her that I was saying goodbye, but maybe its better that I didn't, I don't know .