I'm very lucky, as both sets of my Scottish grandparents, and their extended families all lived in the same area as I did, probably no more than a few kms apart. We had regular family gatherings at the usual special events, 21st birthdays, weddings, Christmas, New Years Eve, Easter, funerals and more. My 4 grandparents were very good friends with each other. They met from the time when my Mum's parents, my Nanny and Grandpop, came to NZ, in 1926, Dad's parents, my Grandma and Grandpa, had come a few years earlier, but had settled in the same little town. Mum later meets Dad in his little boot repair shop, which was just down the road from where she lived. She gets a crush on him, and the rest as they say - is history!., 💞💞.
I guess I'm pretty lucky really, as I was able to attend the Golden Wedding's of both of these couples, when I was about 15! Unfortunately, my Grandma had a stroke ( I actually found her on the floor of their flat), and we had to get an ambulance to take her to hospital Sad story, but my Grandpa was already in the same hospital in the final stages of bowel cancer at the time! With permission from the nurse, Dad was able to take him down to see her. He kissed her and gave her a cuddle, and whispered something to her before he left. When he reached the door, he turned back, waved and said "Bye Ginny - I Love You, See you again soon"! And he was right!
Perhaps he knew something no-one else did, as she died just 3 hrs later. When Dad went to tell him the bad news, as he walked into his room, Grandpa said " Don't tell me, I already know, it's OK - and he died only two hours later himself. So very sad that neither of them got to my 21st or my wedding! 😢😢 But I'm sure they were there in spirit!! 😍😍
