This is my Nanny and I. She was amazing.
For the last 10 or so years she lived close to my parents in a quiet little seaside town. Before Hubby and I moved out to the middle of nowhere, we lived there too. The years around our wedding, Hubby was working out here away from home while I was working two jobs, to keep me distracted from his absence mostly. It was hard, having him away so much.
On Tuesdays Mum and I would go shopping at Aldi. On Saturdays Mum would make me French Toast for Breakfast. The rest of my spare hours were spent at Nanny’s.
She’d perm my hair, when I had it. Make lunch. Coffee’s upon coffee’s would be had before we broke out and indulged in a Magic Milo, just for a change. Sometimes I’d take her out for a Macca’s coffee or a KFC burger. An ultimate indulgence for her. Before we’d leave the house she’d totter about wearing her trademark runners and maxi skirt and she’d slap on some lippy.
“Ladies wear lipstick,” she reminded me, more than once.
I learnt many things from Nanny. I learn to never put up with crap from anyone, especially not someone who loved you. She’d learnt that the hard way. I learnt various sex tips that I won’t mention here, because no matter how old you are, sex is important for a healthy relationship. Also, the ability to say ‘Fuck’.
When my Alopecia first started Nanny told me to always put my best face forward, even if it doesn’t look like I want it to. Sadly, I don’t remember exactly what she said, but I know she made my heart feel better. I learnt to hold my head up, no matter what may come my way.
Every year for Christmas I’d make her a calendar complete with photos of our family scattered throughout it. At the end of each day she’d write the days’ events in it’s little box, taking a moment to thank God for the blessing of the day. From Nanny, I learnt to be grateful.
My family and I learnt a lot from Nanny. She was strong, witty and loving and now she is missed dearly. She called me the week before she passed, just to chat. To see how the kids are. I told her about the trip we’d planned and were taking the next week. I was standing in the hair salon, watching Phoenix get her 2nd ever hair cut. Nanny, who at one point in her life used to cut hair, liked that very much.
It still doesn’t seem like she’s gone. I suppose because I’m so far away from her home and have been for some time now. I feel like can still pick up the phone and have a chat. Talk about how much the kids are driving me nuts lately. Ask for a good recipe for dinner, or how her garden is going. I once read that when you see row’s of number is time – like 11:11 or 3:33 – it’s someone watching over you. It’s uncanny how often I see that lately, especially on hard days. I know she’s still here, somehow. That’s probably she feels so close.
Her last few years were a struggle (Fuck You Cancer) and knowing she’s finally peaceful is comforting.
‘To be absent from your body is to be with the Lord’
Love you Nanny.