There was a picnic by a pond, there were loved ones who brought food and drink and a very chocolatey cake... there was a beautiful spaniel - my grandmother loved dogs...
The twins visited briefly, incognito, but highly fashionable in their Aunty Shai's hot pink and neon green pashminas (there were marauding wasps hovering nearby)...
And my mother sent flowers despite being thousands of miles away at her own mother's bedside...
I was taken out for drinks and dinner by dear cousins and at night, under unseen stars and a cool rain, I slept in the gypsy caravan on the farm...
Vera had visited the farm a few years ago and would have thoroughly approved my temporary living arrangements. A kettle, albeit decorative, a cosy bed, and thundering rain all around...
The day of my grandmother's passing I met two ladies on the farm, who through a very rapid exchange of conversation, asked if I would teach their Creative Writing class, their usual teacher having just left. I think my grandmother was trying to get me a job! Happy travels darling Vera. Know you will continue to be loved.
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Thank you... It makes me smile. Because that's what living is, isn't it? A smile.
Beautiful and moving.
You have a lovely spaniel :)
Greeting for you :)
You have a lovely spaniel :)
Greeting for you :)
A bleated Happy birthday. Does this count as leaking into the next day? So sorry about Vera. Your mother is the spitting image of her own.
Can you live in that gypsy van forever? I could. Looks cool.
Love Love Love,
I so enjoyed this account of your birthday. A belated happy birthday, wonderful girl! Your grandma was a stunning beauty - you and your mom and she all look so alike - happy smiles, open hearts. Sigh. I always love glimpses of life in your wonderful family.
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