October 16th, 2002


maybe this is it.

My great grandmother is an astounding woman. She was born in england in 1899. She was one of 13 children growing up near Sherwood Forest in Notttingham Shire. She had a baby in an abandoned womens shelter in london during the blitz in world war 1. She came over to Australia just after World War 1 with a husband and a baby girl to find herself living in a shack made of corrugated iron and hessian sacks in a patch of virgin mallee scrub. One of the real pioneering women and part of the history that made Victoria.

She worked hard all her life. At age 70 she was diagnosed with cancer and untreatable was sent home to die with about 3 weeks to live. At age 80 she was still an active member of the community delivering meals on wheels to the elderly.

At her 100th birthday she recieved letters and bits of paper from the queen and the prime minster and the governer general and assorted other politicians and ppl - it is her 'life time service' award to the anglican church she is most proud off.

She has a daughter, 6 grandchildren, 32 great grandchildren and 13 great great grandchildren.

Her health has been failing for the last few years - and i've been told its her last xmas for the past 6 or 7 years. She's been in a nursing home for the past 4 years - she still has completelcontrol of her faculties.

I just got a phone call from my father, she is in hospital with a bowel obstruction and many tubes keeping her alive. my mother said that several weeks ago they had a conversation were nana said she was ready to go.

Looks like her time is up, looks like i'll be travelling home in a few days to say goodbye and to a funeral not long after.

I'm not sure why i'm upset - I've been expecting it, i've been waiting for this for some years now. It just seems real now....

I get to read her favourite psalm - psalm 23 - at the funeral.