12th March 2014
Falmouth, Cornwall. UK. (not Australia *sob*)
The other night I had a really weird dream that made me think a lot. My family were gathered at my Gran’s house and there was a phone in the snug that could connect to the dead. My family obviously chose to speak to my Grandad, and when it was my turn that was obviously what I meant to do. But then the dream skipped and I was stood with a dead character from Breaking Bad who began to sob hysterically and apologise to me for putting me through it all. I told them there was no need because I really enjoyed the series. Dreams, hey? When I woke up I apologised to my Nana and Grandad for not ringing them.
I’ve been ill lately and my parents sent down a package of vitamins (and Dad.. They taste disgusting. Sam wants to film me when I eat the next one cause he said it’s like something out of a bush tucker trial) and because my Mum is such a babe she sent down a St.Paddy’s themed box too.
There was an envelope titled “Memories from Nana.. x” and as soon as a saw it I choked up before I had even opened it. My Nana passed away in my last year of Primary school and honestly not a day goes by when I don’t think about her.
When I was a kid I was pretty awkward and was ill on holiday quite a few times. We went to Ireland and I ended up in hospital because I had a fit. I don’t remember much but I know I had a bandage on my hand because I named it Fred. I was quite attached to Fred (pun intended). My Gran and Grandad got me a Teletubbie balloon too. Basically I just remember the perks, sure my family will tell you a different story.
My Nana sent me a present & this card
Dear Emma (to be read with an Irish accent!)
I’m sorry you’ve been poorly,
I’m sorry you’ve been sick,
So I’ve sent this little gift to you,
- and hope you’re over ‘it’
Next time you visit Ireland,
I’ll try to make a magic spell,
So that the sun shines every day,
- and you stay fit and well.
With lots of love
From: Lenny Leprechaun xxxxx
Maybe it was from Lenny, but it looks very similar to my Nana’s handwriting, so I’m counting it.
The first two lines really got me. My Nana battled with cancer for so many years. I could’ve said the same thing to her.
The dream made me think about what I’d say to my grandparents if I could have one more phone call. I know with Nana it’d be one very long gossip. High school, prom, boyfriends, dresses, high heels, those scary German men I like, Australia, university, Grandad, Mum, Carol, Charlie. So much missed but so much to share. And that’s what made me happy. I have SO much to share with her and she’d be so proud of that. You may disagree with me, I don’t care about that, but I believe I’ll get to share that gossip. One day.
The card brought back a lot of happy memories of my Nana. She was amazing. Must be where my Mum gets it from.
I intend to start blogging again. This made me realise how much I’m taking for granted, the days at Uni are passing by so quick and I can’t just let them escape. I know my family will appreciate it and even though it won’t be my Australian adventures I’m sure I’ll find a good few Cornish ones to share. I can’t promise 100 days of it (finding time between sleeping and eating can be hard!.. And I do have exams soon) maybe just a picture not a full blog, but I’ll give it a shot.