For the woman I most wanted to be like

My grandmother died this morning.  

I don't know much about anything yet other than what my mother sobbed over the phone in the car on the way to Melbourne.  

I loved my grandmother more than I loved my own mother.  She virtually raised six children as a single mother after my grandfather died, leaving her pregnant with their last child.  

I shall miss her hugs and the way she always smelt of Johnson's baby talcum powder.

Today, I am grateful that I got to visit her a couple of months ago and that my children got to spend a couple of days with the great-grandmother they hardly knew.  

I would give everything I own to have my nana back.