http://gellychan.friendlinkup.com/ A blog by gellychan en http://gellychan.friendlinkup.com/2009/03/13/not-so-happy.html So I burbled on last Saturday about how happy I was, how all of the pieces were fitting together, how much I was enjoying myself.  Then my soon-to-be-ex-stepmother turned up, just as our lovely but unappreciated roast dinner made it to the table.  After crying as well as ranting on behalf of a while, she insisted on calling my Mum, from the privacy of my living room.  When she had finished on the phone she came back through to the dining room to tell me that my grandmother died Saturday night/Sunday morning.  My grandparents (who I have at all times known by their usual names of Anne as well as Gavyn) had gone on holiday to Spain.  While checking in to their villa, in the reception building, Anne slipped or tripped or something, on her way to the toilet, as well as dropped down a flight of stairs.  She didn’t regain consciousness as well as died in hospital a short while later.  Gavyn is elderly (in his 80’s, as was Anne), slightly senile, as well as now very confused.  One of my uncles was also on holiday in Spain, as well as flew over to Gavyn immediately.  My Aunt also flew over from London.  They are all now back in England, at Gavyn’s residence in Berkshire.  Some time today, my aunts as well as uncles are all gathering in conjunction with my Dad to discuss the future.  I’ve never been adjacent to Anne or Gavyn, they were very young when all of us came along, as well as I suppose they just didn’t see themselves as grandparents.  That makes me sad now, I wish I had made more time to get to know them.  My Dad is obviously very upset, but we have talked on the phone about what’s happening, as well as he has been round to see me as well.  Apparently they are thinking of holding a small family only funeral then a much grander memorial service.  Anne was a very active vice-president of the Women’s Royal British Legion, as well as various other organisations, so there shall be a lot of  pomp as well as ceremony to get through.  It’s a sad story.  I can’t cry just yet.  Sooner or later it’ll all burst out as well as I’ll sob on behalf of hours, but on behalf of now I’m dry-eyed but very sad.  There are knitting photos, as well as other stories to tell, but I just don’t feel like it right now. Fri, 13 Mar 2009 10:53:38 -0400 gellychan