My aunt’s 95th birthday. We all drove in convoy to my sister’s where our grandchildren puddled round our feet, in a swirl of balloons. Four generations chattering, my aunt with a look of bemused surprise. Our eldest granddaughter very seriously carried the flaming cake through the crowded room, intent with delight.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Started our trip back to Canada. When I hugged our eldest granddaughter goodbye, she cried. “Grandmum, my heart doesn’t want to say goodbye.”
“I love you up to the moon. Whatever happens in your life, always look to the moon and I will be there, loving you.”