she looks so lovely and it’s so wonderful to see her face again, but i feel incredibly sad. i wish she had been able to live longer, because i can only imagine the conversations we could have had together - all i have are my memories of her singing my favourite lullaby to me in her lovely irish voice, pulling on the hems of her paisley skirts and watching her waltz around the kitchen to her favourite daniel o’donnell tapes; and the beautiful little poem she tapped up on her typewriter for me on the day i was born.
i wish i’d grown up in time to know you better, grandma. i promise i’ll come and visit soon so you can see how your granddaughter turned out; i hope i’ve made you proud. ♥