Most of you are probably wondering what the heck is going on right now, I'm not getting married nor am I anywhere near getting married. Glad we could clear that up. I'm posting this because I want to tell you a story, for fear that I'm the only person in the world that knows it. I'm putting it into writing incase I ever forget or if ever something were to happen to make me forget.
My Nana passed away 3 years ago today, and it's by far, without exception, the worst day of my life. I miss her every single day. When she first passed away I kept thinking 'I'll go and visit Nana' and then I'd realise that she isn't here to visit anymore. But now when I think 'I'll go and visit Nana' I don't think about visiting her at home anymore, I think about visiting her little garden up at the Crematorium and leaving flowers for her, which upsets me, because I'm not ready to come to terms with the fact that I'm not going to see her again. This is why I am so eager to keep the details of her life and the stories she told me alive, even though I have maybe forgotten parts of what she said already.
So this little story is about a necklace. Nana gave me this necklace when I was 14, because she was 14 when she received it. Yes, that makes it 79 years old! Crikey! But it's a story that reminds me how proud I am of Nana and what an amazing woman she was.
Nana was 14 when she was given this necklace by her school teacher as a thank you present. She used to be fantastic at painting, she was all round artistic (you should see her embroidery!) so she was picked out of her class by her teacher to work on a special project. The project would entail sitting in the museum and painting a picture while people walked past.
This is where the fine details of the story have disappeared slightly, I can't remember whether there was some sort of important or Royal visit on that day, and I think she might have been painting a vase, either on a vase or painting a picture of the vase. But anyway, she was painting and it might have involved a flower arrangement...
And my 14 year old Nana sat all day painting this image, and as far as Nana was aware, when she told me this story, the painting she did is still there. So this necklace was given to her as a thank you gift for all of her hard work.
And that's it, to most people that would be a really insignificant and uneventful story but to me it sort of means the world. Nana wanted me to have this necklace and then to pass it on when I get older too, in the hope that we might just keep passing it on.
So I might not have a wedding booked, or a dress, or any idea of when in the future I might get married, but I do know what will be around my neck when I do.