This is nan in 2006. I have pics from my Jan visit, but I’m not posting them. She’s failing in health. When George and I spoke in January he thought that she didn’t have much time left and if i wanted to see her i’d better do it; so I did. It was an odd visit, but one that I needed to make. Some days she knew who I was and then other days she didn’t. They were sitting on the patio out the front of their little unit when I arrived. George had kept it a secret. Pop knew who I was right away. He didn’t give it away though…”who do you think it is Phyl?”…My aunty Rosie was there…and I hadn’t seen her since I was 6. I asked her if she knew who I was. She looked hard into my eyes, but couldn’t work it out. To my family i’m not Sue, Suze or Suzie…to my family I am Susan or Carrick’s daughter… or to those who knew my family later and are not connected to my Falkland Island heritage I am also known as Margaret’s and Buff’s (or Harry’s) girl…still Susan though LOL Anyone who knows me in adult life knows I can be Su, Sue, Suze, Suzie but I’m not Susan.
My nanna passed away peacefully in her sleep last night (13/12/09) at 10:30 pm. She was 93 years old. Pop and Candy were at her bedside.
Pop will be lost without her; he’s 10 years younger and whilst he is her 2nd husband, she is his first and only wife. They are cousins; not an unusual occurance in the Falkland Islands. My grandfather Reuben McLaren and Nan divorced a long time ago. We lost Reuben during the 1990’s. I never met him, but I did have written contact with his brother Jack. Jack passed on a few years back now.
So, this blog is to say a final goodbyeto my grandmother Lucy Phyliss Davis McLaren Davis. She was a strong woman. She was a hard woman. She was a survivor in hard conditions.
I wish life had been different and we could have been closer, but life is what it is. I still love this woman. The smell of vine ripened tomatoes zooms me in a flash back to her backyard vegetable garden and tiny orchard. The smell of ripe tomatoes will always remind me of my father’s mother.
Nanna, you will live on through your children, your children’s children, your grandchildren’s children and those that are yet to come.
bye bye Nanna,
I love you,