Yesterday Nanny Lips passed away, strangely at the same age and on the same day of the year as her own mother, Nanny 22 passed away.
For those of you not in the direct family she was called Nanny Lips as she always had lipstick on and was a lovely lady, what a Nan should be to a kid growing up. Nanny 22 was our Second Nan or Great Nan for the more correct term and there was also Fatty Nanny, who I understand got her name when she was a bit larger but by the time I knew her she was fairly skinny, so the name seemed a bit Little John-ish.
Our kids have a Nanny and a Granma, so basic and somewhat boring when you compare it to the names we had for our Nan's.
Since our friend Kim died I am always upset by death, anyone's if I'm honest but there is a difference between dying and passing away. I see it as young people die and we mourn their death as they clearly died too early. Elderly people pass away and we celebrate their life.
In the case of my Nan, she unfortunately left us some time ago, such was the horror of her illness. It is a crime that people are left to suffer in such torment. Sometimes the kindest thing to do is to ease the suffering of a loved one and not to keep them alive to ease your own guilt or sorrow. It must surely be about a quality of life not just life.
As a sign of modern life I found out about her death by Facebook.
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