My nan has dementia. It’s really bad now. There are things I want to tell her but I can’t. So I wrote her a letter.
I’ll admit I had a hard time deciding whether to actually publish this…it’s so personal. If you read it please don’t be sad. My Nana has had a long and fulfilling life and is comfortable. I’m not writing it for sympathy – I’m sharing it to spread a positive message to encourage everyone to really appreciate the special people in your life (even if they are old…and funny at times).
I’m also sharing for my family. I hope I have got it all right.
You look happy now. I’m glad, you deserve it.
When we were growing up I always thought you were simply the “best person” I knew (as a child that’s the only way I could describe your amazingness).
You always made us laugh and you made us feel loved. Really, really loved.
I remember trips to Albany and the fun we had, how you showed us new things & played with us. And you made Renae eat peas, like 2 whole peas. Even though she was “allergic”. When we clogged the drain holes with plugs (and prevented the entire caravan park from showering) you didn’t get mad. Well maybe a little bit. But we still had apple pie for dessert.
When Leigh was a dobber you didn’t take sides (but you really should have, we totally rode away from her that day and were pretty chuffed with ourselves for losing the “bossy” one. Sorry Leigh). And when we performed our trampoline dance concerts you always looked amused.
Christmas was always the BEST.DAY.EVER! Stockings stuffed to the brim with goodies, endless supplies of food, always culminating in the old pavlova. Love the pav (sorry I stuffed it up so many times as an adult).
We had the best sleepovers at your place. We loved the morning with you – all doing our “bicycle” exercises in bed before getting up – got to get that circulation going you would say.
We loved you even though you had rules…rules that certain uncles tried to (and did) break. Pizza at midnight? Why not.
There was nothing a cup of tea (POT TEA only) wouldn’t fix. The lolly jar on the fridge was a special treat (every visit!) and we laughed at the thick layer of butter you would spread on your bread (that you had every night with dinner. Every night!).
I remember how you protected us when anyone criticised us (you know, when some of us had that awful facial piercing phase! What were we thinking?). It didn’t matter that you didn’t like it either. We were your grandchildren & you would protect us no matter what.
You have the strongest, most courageous and determined spirit of anyone I’ve ever met. How could anyone survive what you’ve been through? A lifetime full of laughs, but some pretty hard knocks too (example being run over by a tram as a little girl – how did you survive that?).
I believe that spirit and determination shines through to your grandchildren. And now to their children (look out world!).
Nan I look at you now & I think with all my heart I wish you could remember. I wish you could meet my girls – you know, really meet them. They would love you. And you would love them.
I wish you could remember.
But you can’t and that’s ok because I will never forget.
Love Kristy xoxox
If you are lucky enough to have your Nana (or Pop) on this earth, go hug them today. You might find some of their habits annoying at times (perhaps even embarrassing, trust me, I hear you), but enjoy them whilst they are here. They really have so much to offer us – learn from them whilst you can.