Sadly Mila and I had to rush to France yesterday to see my 95 years old mamie (she is the hot chick on the left hand side and my mum is the one in the middle sporting the bathing suit with spots – I love this photo). It’s a sad time but I wanted to be there to tell her what a wonderful grandmother she had been to me before it was too late.
How many good memories I have for all the summers spent with her, all the walks we took by the seaside and to the library, her maverick sense of humour, how she always had a pot of Nutella for us when she knew we were coming, how happy she was when we all had our own children (my sister, my cousins and I) and then she became an amazing great grand-mother putting photos of all her grand children everywhere.
How funny, polite and witty she was – she would greet and smile to everyone in the street, even people she didn’t know but once in a while she would squeeze my arm with a maverick smile and say “this one is an idiot” and I would burst out laughing.
How she never spoke a word of English but always spoke to Steve with a warm, caring smile as if he would understand. How unbelievably soft her bed linens and towels were and how neither of us ever managed to crack her secret despite using the same laundry products (I had this conversation with my aunts yesterday).
How wonderful she always smelled (she used Roger & Gallet soaps), how soft her skin was and still is and how much I love her.
I’m glad Mila came with me. She is such a caring little girl. Yesterday while she was stroking gently my mamie’s hand, she asked:
Mila:“where are her teeth ?”
Me: “She hasn’t got any :-(“
Mila:“Did she get some money from the tooth fairy ?”
I can’t tell you how good it felt for my mum and I to burst out laughing…Have a great weekend