On the 13th of November 1997, my grandparents, who I called Nana and Dah, were both killed in a car accident. Dah died immediately on impact and Nana died a few hours later. It hurts me even to type those words and whenever I think of Nana and Dah even 20 years later the tears well in my eyes – such was the relationship they had with all seven of their grandchildren. I have absolutely no doubt that each of those grandchildren would still be experiencing those same feelings on thoughts of Nana and Dah today.
Last week, after my children had spent a couple of weeks on and off with their Grandma and Pah in Porepunkah, they expressed their farewell with genuine love and warmth. The kids’ departure from our favourite place on earth was an experience of affection mixed with sadness for the time they would spend away from that particular set of grandparents (my mum and dad)… and that most beautiful part of the world of course. 😉
Last night, we spent the evening with Nana and Pa Pa (Karen’s mum and dad) sharing dinner and laughs. When it came time to say goodbye, my three kids showed such genuine affection for their grandparents that it brought tears to my eyes and provoked memories of similar times with my Nana and Dah. Not only was it genuine affection, but – like saying goodbye in Porepunkah last week – there was a real underlying awareness of anguish at having to endure some time, whatever that might be, without seeing their grandparents.
I have no doubt that my grandparents died knowing how much they were loved – not just by us grandchildren, they were loved by so many. I also know that my children’s grandparents know exactly how much they are loved and assuming they will read this, it also doesn’t hurt to let them know for sure.
I was extremely lucky to have my Nana and Dah and so are my kids to have all four. I know many people do not have such opportunities. So suck it up I say. Like life… my kids should ensure they make the most of every minute they have to benefit from those relationships.