How lucky I was to be loved by you.
You were my biggest fan, my truest supporter. You didn’t just love me, you believed in me. You taught me so much, not just through words but through every quiet act of care.
I can still hear your voice singing “Pedro the Fisherman” as you woke me from hangovers. You taught me how to make gravy that actually tasted like home, Yorkshire puddings that rose with pride, and your special salad that somehow always tasted better in your kitchen.
You were there through every milestone. Every heartbreak, every triumph, every stumble — you never flinched. You kept my secrets and helped me find my way with advice that was always just right. And when life got loud or heavy, you’d say what you always said: “Bite your tongue,” or “Don’t worry so much.” And somehow, it helped. Because it came from you.
You showed me how to laugh, even when it was hard. You were the kind of woman who carried others without letting them know the weight. You lived with kindness and humour, and above all, with love.
What I’ll do without you — I don’t know. It’s a question I can’t yet answer. In my 35 years, you gave me enough love to last lifetimes, and yet I’d give anything for more.
But I carry you with me. In my choices, in my strength, in the way I love others. You once wrote to me, told me to go out and enjoy life — to have as many adventures as I could. And I will, Grandma. I promise I will.
You showed me what true love was. Every day. You treasured Arlo and Violet with the same fierce, gentle love you gave to me. I am so glad they knew you, really knew you, and got to feel that kind of love that wraps you up and never lets go.
Thank you for everything, Grandma.
I love you endlessly, we’re sending you kisses for your pocket.
Amy
07/06/2025
