Monday

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2 years ago wednesday my nan died .

She was barely over 3 foot tall and shrinking by the day. But she was fierce. 

She was the most inspirational human being I have genuinely ever met (I'm not just saying that because she was mine, it's because she was).

She was so stubborn in the pursuit of what she wanted. 

She knew exactly how she liked things. 

She had a face for every type of weather. 

She loved Thorpe Park, and it was her we had to drag home. She taught me to enjoy every moment, no matter how small. But also that throwing away something good was never worth it - she instilled a fight, because giving up wasn't an option.

Again.

Giving up is not an option. 

She smoked far too much and enjoyed her wine. But she'd deserved the things in life she enjoyed because she had put up with a lot of shit.

She was the one that in the midst of it all, asked if I was okay. And when I said no, I got politely told to 'suck it up' (in not so many words) because the world wasn't meant to be all fine and dandy. But every moment that hurt, every action that wasn't how you wanted it to be had a purpose in building you to be the best you could be. 'So for now, don't be okay. It's okay to not be okay'.

I introduced her to 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' - and she laughed so hard 'I guess that's why I'm not feeling very strong right now'.

It was her birthday on the 24th (around the time I visited Richmond park with some amazing friends). She would have liked that. She liked to 'splore too.  

I don't have many pictures with her. But this is my favourite.