My Grandma Died

My Gran did eventually die last
July. I heard the news over the
phone as usual, a message from
my mum to ring her.
I was parked up at a boatyard in
Lyme Regis, had played the night
before
night and sat and talked and
sung with people around a
beach fire warming
stones in the hot embers and
holding them when they had
cooled enough.
She was 90 years old when she went,
at 4am, while I had been on the
beach alone, everyone had gone home
to their beds by then and I was
there watching the
fire and the stars before going
into my bus to sleep.
I did see her a few times before
she went and we celebrated her
last and 90th birthday, singing
and getting her to dance gently
playing guitar and singing Al
Jolsons' Anniversary Song.
A Song based on an Old Russian
folk waltz that she danced to with my Grandpa at their wedding.
My Gran was born in Russia, but was brought over to East London aged nine months where she was raised.
I still sing my
Grandmas song. The song I made up for her. 'The Wind Is Getting Stronger.' Keeping her memory alive.

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