My Nanna, that yarn stealing 90 year old, left us today at 5pm.
We were prepared for her going, although we didn't know when.
My mother, her youngest daughter, got to see her and spend time with her just a couple of weeks ago and was content. My brother saw her only yesterday. He is probably the most surprised of all of us.
I was close to Nanna for a very long time.
When Dad was sent to Vietnam, Mum and I lived with them on the farm at Jerilderie. A few years later they sold the farm and came to live in Canberra to be near us and I saw her most weeks after that.
She helped teach me to knit and to do fancy work (embroidery) and for a few years, there, I was her yarn supplier for blanket squares which I sewed together for the Red Cross - she really hated sewing up.
We made dolls' clothes together, first for my dolls and then for hers. When Mum and Dad started going away for the winter, I'd come down from Sydney every couple of weeks to see she was alright.
She was a hard woman and a generous one. Once her mind was fixed on something there was nothing you could do to change it.
She made the best boiled fruit cakes and Christmas puddings and the worst savoury mince.
Her life was a hard one but mine is the richer for having her as a grandmother.
Knit on, Dot.