Sunday, June 26

Goodbye Phyllis, hello Sophie

The last few weeks and months have been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster in our family, with health problems looming over several members and uncertainty about the future.

Last week we said goodbye to Phyllis (Granny) Russell, who died at the age of 96, and hello to new niecelet Sophie Helen, who sprang seemingly out of nowhere after my younger sister announced her pregnancy on the Monday and gave birth on the Wednesday.


I was very lucky to have Granny in my life for such a long time; she was a wonderful role model and an inspiration to me as a strong, independent woman who believed life was what you made of it. Hers was not easy; her father, a shepherd, died when she was a baby and the family had to move several times and survive as best they could; her eldest son was born out of wedlock, the circumstances of which are not totally clear to me; this same son died in a motorcycle accident before I was even born. She was not prone to self-pity, she just got on with life and was not happy unless she was doing something - a trait I also recognise in myself.

She baked wonderful cakes right up until the last few months of her life, well past the time when she was interested in eating them, and right up to the point when she couldn't stand up for long enough to mix them any more. Even when I saw her a couple of weeks ago, she produced half a homemade lemon cake out of the freezer for me to take home.

She had a wicked sense of humour and a cheeky nature (both of which I think I inherited) and her observational comments about the things she experienced in day to day life, right up to the day she died, were funny and often self-deprecating. Her mind was still sharp even at 96, a fact she attributed to doing the crossword every day, and luckily she kept her mobility for much of her life and her independence right up to the last few months. A long, drawn out and painful decline in health and a loss of independence, which is what she was facing, would have been difficult for her to bear. Difficult as it is to accept her loss, I'm grateful that she was spared this.

I will miss her quick wit and her lilting Oxfordshire accent, her way of referring to inanimate objects as 'he', her stoic nature and her unwavering acceptance of her lot. RIP Granny Russell.

A few days before Granny's death, we celebrated the arrival of Sophie Helen, born to my youngest sister on 16th June in Kufstein, Austria. The fact that sis only told her family of Sophie's existence a few days before she was due created some very complex emotions for us to process. For the first time in my life I could see that counselling might be beneficial.


All the same, the bootees have been knitted up and duly dispatched with congratulatory messages. I am delighted for my sister and her partner, I know she wanted to have children and she is already considered old to be a mum, so this is a really big thing for her.

Meanwhile my elder sister spent several months under the threat of a potential cancer diagnosis, going through two operations and making some difficult and traumatic decisions before thankfully being given the all-clear. We've had many emotional conversations over the last few months and I believe it's brought us even closer together.

Families are complex things, even the ones you regard as solid and unshakeable. When I'm raising a glass to Granny on Wednesday I'll also be celebrating with my sisters and acknowledging my mum's unwavering support to all of us, especially my dad.

3 comments:

Felix said...

Thank you for writing this moving post about your family.

Granny Russell sounds amazing with her cakes and crosswords; her lilting Oxfordshire accent and her cheekiness. I am sorry for your loss, and your tribute to her is beautiful.

From what you say, though, it sounds as though Phyllis was spared a protacted and miserable end to her long, colourful life, and I hope this offers you some consolation.

As for your new niecelet, you are very good to have organised such lovely bootees at such short notice and I am not surprised that the news came as something of a shock!

I am happy that your younger sister has been granted her wish for children, and also that your older sister is recovering from what sounds like a horrendous medicalised ordeal.

Well done all of the Knit Nurse family for getting through some tough times and good luck on Wednesday.

x

CraftyClare said...

What an emotional rollercoaster but a beautiful portrayal of the circle of life. Blowing kisses to Granny Russell and welcome to the world Sophie.

colleen said...

Hope all goes well on Wednesday. Very important to celebrate the life of much loved ones. I hope there will be lots of boiled fruit cake at the tea.

And welcome to Sophie. The job of being auntie is very important indeed...the teaching of knitting, biscuit making and story to tell about grannies.