I’m back.
Not that I’ve been away for ages, but there’s been a little silence her on the blog.
The fact is that my grandma passed away this Sunday. She was 85 years old. A respectable age, but the grief is no less. My granny was perfect and I’m very grateful for all the happy memories we have. Will miss her lots though… That’s why I wanted to dedicate this post to her and all the grandma’s in the world.
“There is no place like home, except grandma’s.”
So true. She is always happy to see you and when I finally sat down on the “grandma couch” after a 2,5 hour drive the homemade coconut cookies were waiting for me. She always made them herself and I can’t even remember a day she didn’t cook or bake something.
When the whole family was visiting, she made her famous bami and peanut soup. For all of us and you didn’t even notice she was in the kitchen preparing everything!
Yes, magic happens sometimes…
Besides the best cook I know, she was also very creative. Knitting, embroidering, drawing, sewing, painting. She did everything and we were always happy to help her or to just sit and watch her magic. She ones made us a little book full of old Dutch children songs. She made drawings of every action in the song and put a beautiful golden cover around it. It must have been so much work for her but she did it anyway and it made us extremely happy.
Grandma’s always do everything for you. No matter how much work it is or how long she has to travel. She’s always there. When my mom had a little accident while ice skating, grandma immediately jumped on the train and traveled 3 hours to take care of her daughter, and of course, us. Every visit from her was like a little party. I can still see her sitting at the window, playing crossword puzzles and smile at us over her glasses. Just happy to see us play and when we fought she could look so strictly we immediately started playing again. That granny magic again. She always played games with us, never got tired and… never let us win. Maybe once, but I can’t remember. She always won.
I’m very grateful that she was with me for so long. My sister and I have so many memories of our childhood with her , but I’ll keep that for myself cause I could write a book about it. I hope you’ll enjoy or remember your grandma’s warmth, love, care and extremely good food instead. Because there’s no one like grandma.
You’ll always be with me.
Love, Sari
♥ Your grandma sounds the sweetest thing – and also “super granny” since she had so many wonderful years. 85, wow :)
My granny sounds a lot like yours. She had always something delicious prepared, and even though it would have been just supermarket ice cream and berries from the freezer, it tasted like the best treat ever at her place. I lost her shortly after my confirmation, at the age of 15. That’s already ten years ago, but I still see dreams with her sometimes – and wake up with a slight blurry feeling like she’s still alive. In a way they are, our grannies. They live in our memories, just like all the other’s we’ve lost.
After these more sad words, I thank you for all the nice comments. I have been waiting for a new post to reply on. I hope you have a lovely Sunday tomorrow, even though your grandma isn’t with you anymore and the sorrow must be quite overpowering, Happy Mother’s day wishes, Sari.
Satu
Indie by heart
Thank you for your comment. You’re the sweetest!
Super granny’s are the best ;)
Mooi geschreven meis,
stukje wat je echt raakt.
Gecondoleerd nog.
xx
this made me cry! so beautiful, so touching…she’ll live on in you, in your love and in your creativity.