My Grandmother, Nanny Spicer, sadly died last week. She was 101 years old and would've been 102 in July. I feel lucky that I was able to visit with her in 2009, with my two youngest children. We were able to get some photographs of us all and I felt then that I had said my goodbyes.
I am very glad that I can say that Sam and Abby met their Great Grandmother, who lived to such a grand age...and can tell them how we surprised her...and how Sam hid in her closet for a long while as he was shy. Eventually he came out and they chatted and winked and whistled at each other :)
Despite having lived in two different places since her cottage, it is the cottage that I remember most - with the little round caravan (trailer) to play in, and their donkey 'Skippy' in the field. And of course Sasha, their black lab who I loved to take for walks.
There are many times Abigail will pull a certain face and it reminds me of Nanny - so I know that Abby looks somewhat like her....
I just finished reading the book 'The One Hundred Year Old Man who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared' - and so in my mind, that is what Nanny has done - climbed out of the window, disappeared and headed for new adventures :)