Yesterday it passed 6 years since my Grandmother Margaret died. To be fairly honest I was remembered of this date by two of my cousins, otherwise it would have probably passed by me unnoticed.
For me this amazing lady has always been Granny, my somewhat eccentric, independent English grandmother who always cooked me hamburgers, rice with peas and jelly. She wasn’t the ordinary stay at home Granny: she ventured into Africa, she created a movement to help widows, she knitted booties, she wrote books for children, she raised a big family and most of all she taught us so much even without knowing!
Her life story wasn’t filled with glamour or all time happiness but with battles fought and won. After all, isn’t that what life is really about?
Some of us, her grandchildren, were given the immense responsibility to condense and in a way write her memories. So I have been asking myself for quite a while on how to do it: do we state facts, do we add our insight of the events, who do we ask to give us their opinion, how far should we go?
I am not a writer or a writer wannabe and maybe there are rules for this that one most follow but can these rules apply to write with love and tenderness about love, family, life and inevitably death?
Read it because it is really worth while! And that got me thinking since then. What should we pass on about someone, my Granny in particular? The facts about her life or the stories of her life? Should we simply start with Margaret was born in ….or say something more in the lines of Once upon a time a little girl was born to be loved and cared by all her family.
I am no owner of the truth but I believe the stories of her life are much better than the facts. Because the stories show more about who she was, what she achieved, the family she raised and what each one has to remember her by.
So yesterday I was driving home from Lisbon and I remembered something. It may seem trivial and silly but it is so much her! I remembered she always said this when traveling, I remember that my Mother taught me to do the same “as Granny” did and I do it every time I travel by car, train, boat or plain. And now my children do it to!
This is her legacy: the things she passed on to us and that are engraved in our soul, in our way of living on our everyday routines. Much more than any physical resemblance, these episodes and stories are what made her My Granny!
We all miss her but I can imagine her face right now saying “cheer up girl” and that makes my heart and soul smile!
P.S Just in case you are wondering what it is, it goes like this: Angels of the Lord, one on the right, one on the left, one in front, one in the back, one above and one below. This is followed by a Holly Father prayer.