RIP Granny

My granny died friday of a grand old age. Gone to join her lifelong friend in heaven.

Anne and Harry were both the quntessential example of everything good and wholesome. She missed her Harry in the last years. I sood in in some ways for her, but it wasn't the same.

Death took it's time, she was ready, but that old boere tannie body just wouldnt give up, tough as nails that old lady was. 

I miss her, but i miss the younger her, running around the Kommetjie rocks so fleetly that this little boy couldn' keep up. Teaching me the mysteries of rock pools and the little animals that lived there. Limpet fritters, that was my favourite treat. Sunshiny morning walking up to the local bakery for cheeserolls, stopping and chatting to all her friends. 

I miss her knowledge, her phenomenal understanding of the universe, plants, stars, animals and even people, she had the insight and compassion of a true leader. 

She became old, as we do. She became like her mother, Ouma we used to call her, who sat quietly in the lounge, and tripped us kids with her walking stick, chuckling loudly when we fell, and even more so when i apologised to her. And, like her mom, she never lost her sense of humour and good spirits, although we kept the walking sticks away.

An old lady who died a dignifed death at home, no fear, no uncertainty. She has gone to her Jesus, and her Harry after living the good life, a shining example of how it should be done.

Oh granny thank you, for all those years.