Katherine Paula.

Katherine Paula ~ Mum. Celebrating her 80th Birthday.


I loved my Grandmother to pieces.
Perhaps I didn’t realise just how strong a presence she was in my life until about a week ago when I attended her funeral. She was so lovely and such a character!
I spent a lot of time with her when I was younger. She would often take care of me. We’d walk to the local shopping centre or sit at home and watch day time soap operas. I have memories of looking over at her in her chair – she was most often sound asleep and when she woke  at the end of the program she would act as if she had been wide awake the entire time.

Mum and I - 2006

We called her Mum. Confusing, perhaps, for those outside of our family (my mother is referred to as Mummy and my father by his actual name!) but so completely natural for us.

Mum suffered with dementia and Alzheimer’s disease for the last few years of her life. It was so sad to watch her lose almost all of who she was. She no longer read her tarot cards, or even knew how to sip her cups of tea. One of the saddest days of my life was last Christmas when I went to visit her in the home where she was being cared for. I walked in and there she was, all alone at a table, staring at a blank wall with a bowl of sloppy food in front of her. She could no longer feed herself and so there she sat, motionless, staring at her food. Tears roll down my cheeks as I think of how alone she looked.

At my graduation, 2006.

I loved my Grandmother to pieces.
I will miss so many things about her, yet I am so happy she is no longer suffering and no longer alone.

I will miss her in a million ways.
The way she was always dressed beautifully – never, ever like an old granny.
The way she never left the house without her lipstick in place.
The smell of her breath which I used to refer to as “crusty biscuit breath”. ha!
The way she would sing my name.
Her beautiful handwriting in the birthday and Christmas cards she would always send.
The way her belly would jiggle up and down when she laughed.
How she always had a blanket or shawl for me when I was cold.
Her delicious banana cake.
The jewels that always adorned her neck.
And how she would ask me to do them up as she put them on.
I will miss her wild hair and her long fingers.
The clip-clop of her heels as she walked down the street.
And, most of all, the way that she loved me.

On her wedding day with my grandfather.

I loved my Grandmother to pieces.
My greatest wish today is for her to know just how much I love her and just how much I appreciate that she was always a part of my life.
I feel blessed to have known a lady so great! And to have been able to call her Mum.

I loved my Grandmother to pieces.

Such a trendy grandmother!