I wasn’t entirely sure whether I was going to write about the passing of my beautiful Grandmother, Vera May, but then again, it is International Women’s Day and what better way to celebrate such a lady than on an occasion like that?
Plus, look a the the woman (above)! Hollywood glamour or what?!
I want my daughter to look to women such as her and see that you can be strong.
You can be feisty.
You can take on whatever life throws at you.
I wrote my first ever published article on my Grandmother – something I cherish with all my heart. It was a dream come true.
The world got a glimpse in to what it was like for women in the 1940’s, when all your plans vanished before your eyes as war stole everything you were once about.
She was in fashion (yep, must be where I get it from!) but it wasn’t meant to be. In 1944 she joined the Women’s Land Army, met my Grandad and as they say, the rest is history.
She was a tough un’ right from the start.
She was brave.
Who doesn’t want to be like that?
There was a defining moment that happened not long ago. A snap shot in time that I will never forget because it was just wonderful to see.
I’d taken Maggie May to see her for the first time. I walked through the door to her little flat where there she was, eyes bright and glistening, a smile so wide it brought a tear to my eye. She was just holding her arms out in absolute joy, eager to hold her Great Granddaughter and hold her with pride she did.
She’s not really gone because she lives on in these words that I’m writing now. She lives on in my heart.
She lives on in Maggie May, in her blue eyes and in her name.
She told me to live life because you only get one chance.
The last time we spoke properly she said, “see, I told you that you have to look after yourself while you’re still young.”
She was almost 91.
And you must always listen to your elders.
So that’s exactly what I’ll do…
I love you always and thank you for always being proud of me x