C has just left on his bike to join the Thames Bridges Bike Ride 2013. He is cycling to raise funds for the Stroke Association, and although he has been taking part for years, this year is a special one for him.
His grandmother died of a stroke a couple of months ago and it is for her that he will be riding this year.
Nanna was a great lady and one that made me feel part of the family straight away. Having lost my own grandparents a long time ago she became my surrogate grandmother and I loved her very much. I also loved how she would look at me straight into the eyes and tell me I was a good mother.
This is what C wrote about her on his page:
Thank you for visiting my page.
Many of you will know that I try to support the stroke association every year by completing the Thames Bridge Bike Ride. Every year I send out an email asking for your support for this charity high lighting the devastating affects that a stroke can have not only on the person who suffers it but also on the family and friends. Each email also contains the ACT FAST instructions that will help you recognise when someone is suffering a stroke. This year I am not going to include that, if you want to read up about the ACT FAST instructions you can fine them here (http://www.stroke.org.uk/about/recognise-symptoms).
This year at the age of 93 we lost my Nanna to a Stroke, I don’t know if its acceptable for a grown man to call his Grandmother Nanna, but I don’t care, that was the name she wanted all the grandchildren to call her and that was it.
Nanna was the matriarch of the family, you always knew exactly where you stood and what she thought. As the Vicar put it during the funeral she was known through the village for being someone who was not shy at letting you know what she thought. She was one of the most caring people I have ever met who would put her a family and friends first.
One of my childhood memories is of staying at her house for a couple of days and Nanna getting up at dawn to go downstairs to scrap out the fire grate and then light the fire. Then and only then, was I allowed to come downstairs when the rooms had warmed up. This may show my age but it was a few years ago before all houses had central heating and all the heating and hot water for the house was from separate coal fires.
I remember was always keen to go into the garden to the coal shed and refill the coal scuttle. As a parent now I can imagine her exasperation as each time I did this, and despite being told to use the shovel, I promptly ignored the shovel and carefully selected each lump of coal by hand. In typical boy fashion, I would use my t-shirt and trousers to clean my hands. I would then proudly carry the fruits of such careful labour inside. Never once did she tell me off for doing this, but boy, did my hands and arms got scrubbed.
I could write pages here about Nanna and what she did, however all I am going to say is that we miss you and this ride is dedicated to you.
If you would like to donate even a few pounds to this great association you can do it there http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/4Nanna and thank you ever so much if you are doing so.