Saturday is supposed to be a singing day for me but today was taken over by something of higher importance. My Nana passed away last November and today we finally started sorting through the 91 years of her life that was tucked away in her little house. My cousin and I have now realised where our hoarding instinct comes from! Our Nana was a looney, we have found the most random of items, this cute little old lady has kept every cheque book she has ever used and every bank statement that has been sent to her. Every Christmas card that anyone has ever sent to her and every single drawing that her Grandchildren, Great grandchildren, her friends aunt’s, neighbours, sisters toddler has drawn, every recipe she had ever come across has been filed away in a drawer. Or in Nana’s case in her glasses case…yes, I found three Batchelors Chicken Soup labels in three separate glasses cases. Mad as a hatter!
I started out with my ruthless mindset, pretty much the same one I use when I’m clearing out my own house. These weren’t my belongings though. They aren’t my memories.
It was sad, Nana had kept these snippets of information, these drawings and knick-knacks for her own sentimental reasons. I know we can’t keep everything, that would be daft. We’ve held on to what we believe is worth keeping, not just on a monetary level but for our own sentimental reasons. We’ve reminisced and laughed and at points throughout the day we’ve asked Nana why on earth she would keep this and that, she answered us by making the bin liners rip every time we took one out to the skip. Thanks Nana 😉
We’ve come across things that we’d long forgotten about but as soon as you see them they bring hundreds of memories flooding back.
The blanket that was kept in Nana and Grandads’ bedroom that still smells of them, the box of Dominoes that would come out every Saturday night, we’d sit and play for hours, drinking weak shandy’s and eating chocolate cake. The daft little drawings and paintings we did for them on rainy days and Sundays. Which brings me to this…
Here is what I was up to when I was 11 years old. I’ve obviously always had that creative streak in me, my poems have always been awesome judging by this, my story telling has thankfully improved though! I love that my Nana kept this, the little cutie and the best thing is that she could probably remember the day I made it too. All of these things meant something to her, it wasn’t particularly that you had bought her something or drawn her a picture, it was the time she valued. I probably spent the whole day with my Nana and Grandad making that book and proudly presented it to them and they would have loved what I’d made but they cherished the company more so. I miss my Nana and Grandad so much it hurts but I know there is nothing more I could have done with them or for them. I have only beautiful memories of my time spent with them, happy days, cosy nights by the fire and so much love and laughter ∞♥
Don’t ever let anyone make you think you’re not good enough.
Follow your dreams right now! Don’t wait until tomorrow,
next week, next year. Stop planning, start doing 🙂
‘Blind faith is no way to run a world’ – Victor Stenger
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