My nan was called Margaret and lived until the age of eighty eight. Unfortunately she died in hospital and this article describes how my son reacted to the news of her death. His reaction basically put a smile back onto my face again.
I loved my nan to bits and I would always try to visit her at least once a week. Her house was around ten miles away from ours and we would all look forward to seeing her. I have son aged four, a stepdaughter aged eleven and a fiancee (I won't tell you her age, as she might hit me!)
My nan lived on her own in quite a nice flat and I am sure she appreciated us visiting her. She always gave the kids biscuits to eat, and they eventually re-named her "nanny biscuits".
She would always speak her mind and would say things to me like:
"Your looking a bit fat!" or
"Are you married yet?"
I did not see this as a negative thing, I used to think it was funny.
At the age of eighty eight, she was admitted to hospital and died a few weeks later, after collapsing in the middle of night.
I was informed via a phone call and in the morning I broke the news of her death to the rest of the family.
We were all very upset, however my son did not - continued below ...
