My Wee Gran

Today we said goodbye to my gran. It was a very personal service that made us laugh and cry. It's not until someone has gone that you realise how much they run through your life.

An emotional day mixed with wine, maybe not a good combo. My bro and cuzimo's are on there way. We're gonna have a fire and howl at the moon!

I wrote a poem for her last week when she died...

Wee Maggie

I'm glad you've gone, wee Gran
Why suffer in a body that has lasted so long?
To keep us happy? That would be wrong.

I'm wondering where you are, 
And what you're doing now?
Did you meet Angels or God in a tunnel of light?

Have you seen your Mum and Dad?
Was Stan waiting with a smile, arms open wide?
I hope it was magic, like you imagined.

I wish I could see you.
Stick my head into to your world, just for a minute. 
Bet you're sipping tea; telling tales of your earthly adventures.  

Until we meet again, our hearts will smile thinking of you. 
How could we not?
At all of your quirks, the magic of you.

A practical, no nonsense, matter of fact, Gran. 
You'd put 'salt on our tails' like your foremothers had.
A fixer, a mender, a proud matriarch.

We all have your stories to laugh, share and remember.
And your voice, so distinct, there are mimics aplenty!  
So, see, you'll never be far.

Cos Maggie, you're too interesting to be forgotten.
Determined, independent, indignant, and playful.
For an 'only' wee mite, you've left quite a crowd.

Different versions of you live on through us. 
Remember to give us a wave through candlelight flicker.
But for now, goodnight, God Bless you, 'Keltie, Keltie Coal Bum'.

We love you.