You're Some Pretty

If my heart was truly, thoroughly broken two months ago, surely now it is near irreparable.

My grandmother was my rock, my pillar of hearth and home. A wellspring of unconditional love, enduring support and boundless generosity. Avid reader, crossword puzzle-solver and Asiatic traveller. Perpetual teacher, progressive thinker and consistent supplier of the soundest advice. A loss can only feel so vast when it is equal in love.

If they are together now, I expect they're readying that big cabin in the sky for visits down the road.


Obsessed with this photo of Nan


One night while having a drink (which went down singing hymns), she taught me how to knit, and I made a big grey square of yarn.  Nan knew me better than most anyone, commenting on my comfort in living from a suitcase long before I started travelling, and referring to me as the "vagrant".

The most recent advice my grandmother gave me was "Life is too short", telling me that I am young and can still do whatever I want, whatever makes me happiest. On a couple of occasions she consoled me with stories of the many fish of the sea, and reminded me that while you don't have to like family, you do have to love them. There was so much love.

Your granddaughter fuckin' loves you.

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