(This is an old post I’ve moved over from a blog I used to have. I wanted to get rid of the blog but save some of the posts. The original was posted on 08/03/2010.)
8th of March. Always a mixed day for me as it was my grandmas birthday. My grandma was always the most important person in my life, behind my parents. I’d visit my grandparents every school holiday and stay with them, barring a couple of weeks during the summer holidays and the week over Christmas. Even when I wasn’t staying over there she would ring regularly as well. At first it was once a week, then twice a week then after she lost my grandad it would be every other day or sometimes even every day.
This pattern continued until I was about 14, when I stopped going to stay there on school holidays but instead my parents would drive down for 1 day visits at least once a month if not more. When my grandad died she would come and stay with us sometimes as well, usually for Christmas and then maybe a week or so in the summer. Even once I moved out from my parents I probably called her more than I called them, mainly due to her living further away I guess. Then we found out she had breast cancer. She battled against it for 2 years almost, before losing her fight in July 2005 at the age of 77.
So now the 8th is always a day both of happiness and sadness. I miss my grandma immensely and never more so than on this day, so soon after my own birthday, yet at the same time I’m always glad to have the day to reflect upon all the great times we spent together.
RIP Grandma, I love you xxx