She always sat in that one chair, watching TV. I remember watching her. Stubborn, but always kind.
My Gran, always interested in me. Always asking questions, always nosy. I just wished I’d asked her questions. If I had, I’d know far more about her.
She lived in a cottage, in the middle of nowhere. My mother would take me to visit, and I’d stay there alone with her for weeks. Also, I loved her cats!
My Gran was great at knitting too. Constantly knitting me jumpers, scarves.
I miss chatting to her; taking in what she said. I always answered her questions.
She loved telling me about her younger years in the war being a land girl. Strangely, she never wanted the war to end, as she loved being a land girl. She always smiled telling me about it.
My Gran never told me off, and was always supportive. I could tell her anything, ANYTHING!
Like a best friend to me.
I was very young.