Always with the excuses, we are…
February 11th, 2007Well, this one is a sad one…
My granny Joan passed away early last week, and with the funeral and general mood we didn’t post any comics. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a surprise - she was 98 years old and her health had been failing.
She lived an unbelievably wonderful life, so really it was more like the closing of the book of her life. At the funeral, my family gathered and remembered her - my uncle wrote the most amazing account of his memories of her, how she had to flee with him and my dad to live in the country during the London bombings of WWII, while my grandfather stood on rooftops at nights “firewatching” for the fires started by German bombers - radioing in the locations of both the fires and bombers themselves. My Gran was born in the early days of the Wright brothers, yet decades and decades later she flew in the Concorde beyond the speed of sound. In her 50’s she golfed with a handicap of NINE.
My fondest memories of her are of puzzles. Hours and hours of putting jigsaw puzzles together when I was only about 5 or 6 years old. And they were her puzzles - the huge thousands of pieces ones, not kiddie ones. She saw my interest in them and love of them. We’d sit outside for hours putting the puzzles together, just her and I (no one else was interested 
).
When I was 4, Gran made me a Batman cape and cowl. When I was 8 she knitted us boys 15 foot long Tom Baker “Doctor Who” scarves. When I was a tyke, my favorite stuffed animal - a little racoon - got run over by the mowing tractor. I’ll never forget seeing it after - shredded into an almost unrecognizable state. Gran rebuilt it - not repaired but actually rebuilt most of it from what was left… I will never ever forget that.
My Gran passed on peacefully, with family and loved ones nearby. She was born the weaker of a set of twins, though her twin brother Jack died in early childhood. She leaves behind 2 sons, 11 grandchildren, and 15 great-grandchildren.
God bless, Gran.
- Nick