Remembering my Ouma
Today is a sad day for my family as we remember my Ouma who passed away 7 years ago.
Part of me cannot believe how 7 years have gone by and part feels like it was yesterday. Time can do that - it can speed by and stand still simultaneously. I honestly believe there is no expiry date to grief.
The fact we miss someone so much proves how important they were to us. So today I’m remembering my Ouma and the wonderful woman she was.
My Grandmother loved sweet things - I get my love of sugar from her. She loved apple crumble and I always think of her when I see this at a bakery or on a menu.
My Grandmother had the biggest heart. She believed in forgiveness and second chances and was kind and patient with everyone. Even when people tested her patience she wouldn’t have a cross word to say.
She saw the good in everyone. The positives in situations. She was an inspiration.
My Grandmother never complained. Life wasn’t always easy for her and yet she didn’t dwell on the negative.
Her patience was legendary. As was her roast potatoes which I will never ever be able to replicate.
She lived to 90. She was truly amazing. Even after having a massive stroke that took away her ability to speak and walk, she hung on for 8 weeks. Her strength was (and always will be) to me an inspiration.
She made sure people knew what they meant to her. There was no doubt she loved us all so much.
Her garden was beautiful, even after a bad fall pruning a tree (I think she was about 80 or so at the time), she still did what she could in her garden.
She loved tea. As long as my Gran could offer tea she was happy :)
My Grandmother was the most humble person I have ever known. I don’t think she had the ability to brag about any of her accomplishments - she simply got on with things and did it quietly.
She is more missed than she’ll ever know.
xx