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My Grandma: The biggest impact

I walked into the room, heart pounding and mouth dry.  The bright lights hurting my eyes as I walked down the corridor.  I turned right down another long hallway.  Each step becoming harder than the one before.  My legs felt like jelly.  My head was buzzing and I felt dizzy and sick.  Eventually I saw Ward 9, I turned right and pulled open the heavy wooden door.  I squirted on some antibacterial hand gel and rubbed it into my hands whilst walking towards the nurses desk.  I cleared my throat and asked her where she was.  I was directed down towards the end of the ward into the last room.  There she lay in the bed, looking so tiny.  Much smaller than usual.  Her curly grey hair still looking perfect.  She knew someone was there but she did nt know who it was as her eyes were severely affected by cataracts. I walked over to the bed, took her hand and said “Hello Grandma”.  “Hello love” she managed. She knew who I was.  My grandma and I had a close relationship.  I sat next to her and stroked her hair.  I tried to speak to her without letting her know how upset I was.  The nurse came in and I asked her how she had been over night.  “She has been quite stable” she said.  “She looks much better today” I said, trying to be optimistic.  The nurse smiled at me but said nothing, and then carried about her business.  I kissed my grandma on the cheek and said “I will see you later grandma, I will be back later, I promise.”  “OK” she croaked whilst managing a smile and nodding slowly.

I walked out of the ward with the intention of going to the canteen for a cup of coffee.  I was tired.  I had not had much sleep as I had been worried about my grandma.  I reached a chair in one of the corridors and decided to sit down. I began thinking of all the things we had done together.  The holidays we had been on. The time in Ibiza when she sat on a wall with white trousers on and when she stood up they were red, she was covered in ants!

As a child I often stayed with her on a weekend.  I loved going. I loved walking her dog, Snowy, up and down the cobbled back street. The same street my uncle, (only 9 years older than me, he was the youngest of her children), had taught me to ride a bike on an adult full sized BMX when aged only 8 years old.  I could not even touch the floor and had to balance the bike against the wall to climb on!  In school holidays I remember being looked after by my grandma with my siblings and cousins.  My Grandma’s cooking was the best, macaroni cheese and homemade chips was my favourite.

I used to sit on the sofa in her living room and watch TV, all snuggled up with her woolen Scottish tartan blanket. One time I was laid on the floor in front of the hot fire watching my favourite TV program after school, my grandma downstairs cooking tea.  All of a sudden a little white mouse ran across the front of me from behind her glass cabinet which stored all her trinkets and ornaments bought for her over the years by her children and grandchildren. I remember thinking it was cute, but I screamed anyway. I remember grandma telling me not to be scared and to think how scared the poor little mouse was seeing me on the floor, as I was a lot bigger than the mouse! That made me laugh.

Every Christmas day was spent at grandma’s with all my aunts, uncles and cousins.  One year all 11 grandchildren lined up and we sang “Grandma we love you”.

A more recent memory of 5 or 6 years before floated back, when grandma has made me a royal blue and bottle green tartan pinafore dress.  I remember being stood in her front room whilst trying on my new dress.  Her laughing at me when I said I had ‘boobies’ telling me they were like ‘fried eggs’.  I was only 12, and my grandma was a 40DD bra size.  I can see now why she found it so funny.

She was how grandmas are supposed to be.  She made and repaired things, clothes etc, she cooked and she cleaned, she treated us to presents and fed us lots of biscuits and cakes.  My grandma was from Scotland but she was far from the stereotype of being stingy with money,  she was the exact opposite, and in fact the most generous person I knew.

Just then my mobile rang. It was my uncle asking me to go back to the ward as the doctor wanted to speak with me. When I arrived, I was lead into a side room and I sat down on one of the chairs.  My uncle was there, he looked at me and instead of talking he began to cry.  I had never seen my uncle cry before.  It was hard to see, a 6 ft 4 inch stocky man, eyes red from the tears, looking heart broken.  I looked at the floor and said “has she gone?” “No, but she is not well”. Managed my uncle, at that point he broke down again.  “We have tried to give her another blood transfusion but nothing is working for her any more.  I am sorry but it is only a matter of time now.”  I stared at the doctor as the words fell out of his mouth, like lead to the floor.  Each word washing over me, but it did not really sink in. All I could think was ‘that’s it, she is going.’  I dropped to my knees and I cried, harder than I had ever cried before. Even when my mum and dad divorced, I do not remember crying so hard. heart ached, I felt like my world was falling apart around me.  My grandma was like a second mum to me.  In fact I told my grandma things I could not speak to my mum about.  My grandma had looked after my first child, which I had when I was only 17.  My grandma never judged me, she did nothing but support me.  She took me and my son on trips with her Pensioners Club to the seaside.  My son adored her, he used to help her do the gardening and loved hanging the washing out on the line with her, she made it fun. She even played football with him in the garden, despite her having a double hip replacement only a couple of years previously.  She was one person that my son would do absolutely anything for.

I stopped crying and wiped away the tears. “I want to see her.” I said as I walked out of the side room and into hers.  My grandma was laid in bed asleep.  “Hi grandma” I said.  “Hello dear” she managed quietly.  A tear ran down my cheek.  “Are you ok?” I said.  She nodded and smiled.  I sat next to her, perched on the bed and held her hand. “I love you grandma” I said.  “I love you too.” She replied.  I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and said “I’ll see you again soon grandma.” She looked in my direction, but I know she would nt have been able to see my face because of her cataracts, but she stared in my direction, smiled at me and said “yes”.  The doctor had n’t said anything to her, but I knew she could tell that this was the last time we were to see each other, in this life time.  I hugged her tight and kissed her again on the cheek and with that I let go of her hand, I turned and began to walk away.  Tears streaming down my face I turned to look at her one last time. She had closed her eyes and looked peaceful with a smile on her face.  I smiled back and whispered “love you grandma, I will see you again.” At that moment I thought in my head ‘Please angels take good care of her, she is so precious.’

I turned and walked down the corridor.  As I reached the door I heard the nurses rushing, I turned around and saw them heading towards the end room. I knew that was it, she was gone.  I walked out of the hospital and sat in my car. I held between my palms the little reindeer broach my grandma had given to me, just before she had gone into hospital. That was 6 years ago.  I still speak to her on a daily basis and keep that reindeer close.  To anyone else that reindeer is nt worth anything else, it is nt made from gold or any other precious metal, but it was my grandmother’s. I had bought it for her one Christmas when I was 11 years old with my pocket money from the local market.  She had kept it all those years, until I was 27.  That meant so much to me.  I will always have a bond with my grandma and even though physically she is not here, I know she is around.

My final tribute to grandma was the song I chose for her funeral. “Grandma we love you” by St Winifred’s Choir. That seemed like the only choice for me.

“One day grandma I will see you again, that day will be when the angels are also looking after me. But until then I will keep close to me the only thing I have left, our memories.”

The Liebster Award: Thank you for my nomination!

Wow a huge thank you to ‘The Odd 1 In’ for my nomination for the Liebster Award.  I love the fact that the nominations of this award come from bloggers themselves.  If other writers can read my posts and appreciate them in some way then I can’t be too bad can I….not that I need a confidence boost at all (that’s a lie!).  It is always good to receive feedback in someway and for that reason awards of this type are great so thank you TheOdd1In, I appreciate the nomination whole heartedly!

The rules of the award:

1. Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you and display the award. (Tick, oh hang on….)

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TICK!

2. Answer 11 questions the blogger gives you.

Well here they are along with my answers:

Do you think you’ll ever stop blogging?  In short, no.  I love writing.  I have been writing for years, but it is only recently that I made the decision to put myself out there.  I love the interaction you receive from blogging and it inspires you to keep going.

Who is your celebrity crush? I have never been one to have celebrity crushes…..I know what is wrong with me right?! However, if I had to choose one it would have to be David Beckham. He is like a fine wine, gets better with age and the fact he appears to be such a devoted husband and father only adds to his appeal.  And oh those tattoos…..and underwear adverts…..OK, maybe I have just a little crush 😉
What is your most embarrassing moment?  I do not get embarrassed very easily but the most embarrassing moment in my life was on my wedding day when my (now ex) fiance ran out of the wedding ceremony in the middle of our vows to be sick because he was so hungover.  The wedding planner felt so sorry for me she offered to film it again!
If you could have one perfect day, to do whatever you liked, what would you do? I would wake up next to the man of my dreams, somewhere exotic like The Caymen Islands, white beaches and clear sea.  We would share a romantic breakfast on the balcony of our sea front hut looking out at the amazing scenery.  We would go for a stroll on the beach, may be take part in some water sport, go back to our room and get ready for the day.  We would walk up to the main resort and walk into the huge room filled with beautiful flowers, where we would meet my children and our family and friends and they would witness our wedding.  We would enjoy the most amazing food, drinks and dance until the sun went down.  (I am not often romantic, but now and again I can manage it)
Would you go into space, given the opportunity? Only if I could take my children and (if I had one) my partner with me.  I recently went on an airplane to Europe with a friend without my children.  We experienced some bad turbulence on the way home and it terrified me.  All I could think about was ‘what will my children do without me.’ It really upset me.
Do you believe in the supernatural? Absolutely, and everything related to it.  Angels in particular.  I receive signs from them on an almost daily basis.  My grandma is often around me, I can feel her energy, in particular when I feel upset.  I have been to see a couple of psychics, and I have had family members visit me with messages.  There is no way that they could have known what they did.  I am not one to give much away….
What was your favourite childhood TV programme?

What is your favourite memory? My favourite memory is the day my son was born, the midwife laid him across my stomach and he actually lifted up his head off my stomach as if to say “Hello world!”

If you had to eat one thing, every day for the rest of your life, what would you choose? My own homemade chilli con carne.  I know this sounds rather big-headed however I have made it so many times I now have the recipe perfect 😀

Do you believe in fate? I certainly do. I am a great believer that everything happens for a reason.

3. Give 11 random facts about yourself.

Here we go……

I do angel card readings;

When I was little my favourite teddy was a frog which I lost in a lake whilst boating with my parents

My parents divorced when I was 10 years old.

Even though I have been married I have never been proposed to.

I have a large scar on my stomach from when I suffered a burst appendix.

I once dated a guy whose name was Lightening (yes really)

I have been asked out by a famous comedian

I have been offered money for my used underwear (no I did not accept)

If I could go anywhere in the World I would go to Thailand.

I keep seeings 1’s everywhere i.e 11:11 on the clock, 11 in this award post- 11 questions, 11 facts, 11 nominations…etc, on receipts, on my laptop…the list goes on!

I love lots of music but my favourite band are Oasis.

4. Nominate 11 blogs you think are worthy of the award (but they must have less than 200 followers).

Easy….

Born to make an Impact http://borntomakeanimpact.wordpress.com/

Tale of a Cursed Princesz http://taleofacursedprincesz.wordpress.com/

Evanna Weddings http://evannaweddings.wordpress.com/

The Festival Hunter http://thefestivalhunter.com/

Adventurely Yours http://adventurelyyours.wordpress.com/

Whole in my bucket http://wholeinmybucket.wordpress.com/

Angels and Stars http://angelsandstars.wordpress.com/

Numerical Messages http://numericalmessages.wordpress.com/

Confessions of a Curvy Red Head http://confessionsofacurvyredhead.wordpress.com/

One Hundred Happy Days http://hashtaghappydays.wordpress.com/

Om My Yoga http://ommyyoga.wordpress.com/
5. Let the bloggers know you nominated them. (Tick)
6. Give them 11 questions to answer.

Ok, I hope you are ready 🙂

  1. If you had to choose between money or love, which would it be?
  2. What is the worst thing you have ever done?
  3. What is the nicest/kindest thing you have ever done?
  4. Do you believe in love at first sight?
  5. Have you ever experienced an encounter with an angel? Please give details
  6. Tell me a random fact about yourself
  7. What is the reason for you starting your blog?
  8. What do you do for a job?
  9. If you won a million pounds/dollars on the lotto what would you spend your money on first?
  10. If there was one celebrity you could have a date with who would it be and where would you go?
  11. Will you follow my blog? https://blogizing.wordpress.com/ 😉

Congratulations for being nominated for the Liebster Award.  I hope you accept and understand that the reason I have nominated you is because your blog, despite them being new, look promising indeed! Good luck.

Remember to accept the award you must also follow the instructions, to keep the chain going…..

1.  Acknowledge the person who has nominated you; 

2. Add the Liebster Award image to your post

3. Answer the questions

4. Nominate 11 other blogs for this award and tell them you have nominated them. (you just need to add a comment on their blog with the link to your post, just as I have done for you)

5.  Ask them 11 questions 🙂

Congratulations! 

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Lingerie: Is it important to make an effort for your first sexual encounter?

She was nervous, this was the first time they were going to be together in this way and she was filled with anticipation.  She was excited for how today may turn out, but also worried, what if it was not any good.  They had been dating each other for five weeks and spent quite a lot of time getting to know each other.  This time it felt different from the other men she had met before.  She knew he liked her and found her hot, as he told her all the time.  But he never tried to force sex on her.  She wanted to make sure that the first time was special.  They had decided on having their first encounter in a hotel room as they did not want to be disturbed.   He had arranged the hotel and she was shocked.  She could not believe the one he had chosen, it was not your standard hotel.  A classy 5 star in the city centre.  Marble floors, huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, glass cabinets from floor to ceiling displaying expensive bottles of champagne.  As she walked into the foyer, there was the largest arrangement of tropical flowers in a huge black vase that she had ever seen.  Not a spot of dust anywhere.  She looked over to the right and saw a large group of men standing around.  She recognised one of the men, and realised it was the captain of the England football team.  On a normal day she would have been impressed, however today all she could think about was her gorgeous man.  Whilst she was in deep thought she felt someone touch her arm.  She looked left and saw him standing there, smiling at her, eyes twinkling in the light.  Every time she looked at him he took her breath away.  She had never fancied a man so much.  Of course she had experienced lust on every level, but usually after getting to know a man a little bit more the lust had slowly disappeared as they had turned out to not be as nice as she had expected.  However, this one was different.  He had always shown her every inch of respect she deserved.  It made a refreshing change.

He asked her if she would like to have dinner.  She smiled, looked down towards the marble floor and back up to his gorgeous brown eyes, slowly shook her head from side to side.  She put her hand gently behind the back of his head and slowly pulled his head towards hers.  She whispered into his ear “Let’s go to bed.” He did not need telling twice.

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It was her first time with her special man and she wanted him to remember it for the right reasons.  She searched high and low for the perfect lingerie and finally settled on a red number, something a little different to what she would normally go for, but she wanted him to remember the moment forever.

tin_tin_front tin_tin

http://www.e-lady.co.uk/anais-tin-tin.html  It was well worth the £29.99!

E-Lady is an online store offering lingerie, outfits, beachwear and sex toys, all at reasonable prices.  Check it out, give your partner something to remember! 😉

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