This has been a really difficult day for me. I wasn't sure I should post this, but I've accomplished b***** all else today, so I thought I may as well.
My Nana was the closest thing I ever had to a real mother.
She brought me up and took care of me all my life.
She was kind, gentle, never laid a hand on me. She taught me to read, to cook, to sew, to dance, taught me that all people were equal, and gave me an incredibly strong morality.
She lived through the Great Depression, World War Two when she worked in a munitions factory, took care of her mother until she died (when Nana was 16), had pleurisy, had pneumonia four times, took care of her husband (my Grandad) when he was dying from lung cancer, raised three children of her own, a score of foster kids, and me.
Then without warning, when she was 72, and I was 17, I watched her die suddenly. One minute she was talking to me, and the next she was dead.
That was 20 years ago tonight (at about 9.02pm BST).
So I just want to say, in this post that has absolutely nothing to do with sewing, or with my work, or with hatmaking, if you love somebody, even if you don't always get on, talk to them. Tell them you love them. Give them a hug. Spend some time together. Because it takes just one second for them to be gone forever.
And I love you Nana, and miss you forever.
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My Nana was the closest thing I ever had to a real mother.
She brought me up and took care of me all my life.
She was kind, gentle, never laid a hand on me. She taught me to read, to cook, to sew, to dance, taught me that all people were equal, and gave me an incredibly strong morality.
She lived through the Great Depression, World War Two when she worked in a munitions factory, took care of her mother until she died (when Nana was 16), had pleurisy, had pneumonia four times, took care of her husband (my Grandad) when he was dying from lung cancer, raised three children of her own, a score of foster kids, and me.
Then without warning, when she was 72, and I was 17, I watched her die suddenly. One minute she was talking to me, and the next she was dead.
That was 20 years ago tonight (at about 9.02pm BST).
So I just want to say, in this post that has absolutely nothing to do with sewing, or with my work, or with hatmaking, if you love somebody, even if you don't always get on, talk to them. Tell them you love them. Give them a hug. Spend some time together. Because it takes just one second for them to be gone forever.
And I love you Nana, and miss you forever.
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My Nana and Grandad - Gertrude [Trudi] (1920-1992) and George Lough (1920-1977)
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