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Edited Jan 28, 2017, 08:10
My Wife's Gran....
Jan 28, 2017, 08:07
....Passed away yesterday. 101 years old. She went the usual way in the elderly, had a fall, went to hospital, had a heart attack, passed peacefully in her sleep. As you can imagine, we're all very sad.

I'm not prone to sentimentality, but I feel moved to share a few words about a remarkable woman, who lived a very selfless life and that I feel privileged to have got to know.

She was a life long Christian, and in the 1980's, her church group, along with many others formed an unofficial underground to smuggle people who were wanted under the the South African Apartheid regime out of the country to freedom. She never crowed about it, just got on with helping others to freedom. Many good souls passed through her small home, and hopefully, on to a better life. In many ways her Christianity defined her, but she never rubbed it in anyone's face, her faith was a personal thing between her and her maker, but she continued to do good things to her dying day.

She wasn't always easy to get along with, sometimes she was deffo a bit 'marmite', stubborn would be the word I'd use (I remember us having a discussion about Buzzard's once, me saying they ate carrion, her adamant that they didn't, as we drove passed a Buzzard, you guess it, eating carrion. Nothing was said and we continued with a different conversation. Even though I was DYING to say "TOLD YOU SO", I bit my tongue and thought better of it). She was like that, she brought the best out of you without you realising it

She was of the generation that didn't readily share their emotions, but I still remember the joy in her eyes the first time she clamped eyes on my youngest and welcomed her into the family fold.

When we were a young family, and it seems almost permanently broke, Granny's, up in Lanchester became a cheap holiday home, where we would base ourselves for amazing days out with her in the North East, her always paying, and rather infuriatingly, refusing to take a bleeding penny from us in return.

She lived through amazing and harrowing times globally, and has witnessed many changes in Britain, the world, and society in general, for good or bad. She was a life long Socialist, without ever realising it, she always wanted the best, for everyone, whomever, or wherever you might be.

She was interested in just about everything (well except my musical tastes). We bonded over our mutual interest in archaeology and wild life, and we'd share info on what we's seen, where we'd been, magazines or bits of info about programmes we'd seen or radio documentaries we'd heard. I didn't need to subscribe to British Archaeology, as at odd intervals, huge bundles of mags would be posted my way, much to my delight.

What makes me angriest though, is that all those 'good' things that happened to society as a whole during her life seem to be systematically being dismantled and sold off. The only bad thing I ever heard her utter was about the feckin' Tory's lack of humanity.

I've no doubt her funeral will be amongst the best attended I'll ever have the bad luck to have go to. She was widely liked, loved and respected by pretty much everyone who came into her orbit. She is survived by her four wonderful children, her too numerous to mention grand kids, and whole flotilla of great grand kids. I'm glad I've been accepted as part of such a warm and generous extended family, you really couldn't ask for a better bunch.

I'm gonna miss the old duffer. Here's hoping you got to where you need to be Edith, it's a cliche, but there really is a new star in Heaven. And while you're there, have a word in a certain somebody's shell-like, it's all going to shit down here.
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