Recently my Grandmother passed away. She was our family's matriarch. In the lead up to the funeral service I had time to think about her and what I could say about her if asked.
There are many childhood memories that popped into my mind. Growing up my sisters and I spent a lot of time at her house. I remember the sleep-overs. Evening were spent in front of the TV and we played marbles or made pictures with buttons (yeah, I know, it was before game consoles!). She always had a block of Cadbury Snack chocolate in the fridge and a packet of Smith's Salt and Vinegar chips ready for us to devour. When we woke in the mornings she would already be in the kitchen baking something, usually scones.
My memories of her in more recent times was of a lady who suffered from crippling arthritis and poor eye sight. She could no longer even bake like she used to. She was frail in these most recent years. She now sat for hours on end on her front verandah listening to her tiny radio watching the willie wagtails skip across her front yard. But the more I think about her the main memory that persists through all these years, and is a constant, was of her laughter. Her uncontrollable laughter. She would laugh at the strangest things, we would laugh at her laughter which in turn made her laugh even more. So many time she would not be able to speak through her tears of joy. Her sense of humor was warped and I can guarantee that everyone in my family loved this about her. This will be missed.
Love you Gran, you will be sadly missed.