tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937403606180128652.post1424991776031906668..comments2019-11-21T08:22:26.877-06:00Comments on today, in my teenage angst . . .: Grandchild.Hannah-Leannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17178522870068107628noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937403606180128652.post-60943026560227522872012-02-16T10:15:14.455-06:002012-02-16T10:15:14.455-06:00I was a great grandchild when I was born. 1 Great ...I was a great grandchild when I was born. 1 Great Grandad, 2 Great Grandmas, 2 Grandmas and 2 Grandads. <br /><br />I'm now 25 and I'm down to 1 Grandma and 2 Grandads. <br /><br />I think I cried when I lost them but the one that hit me the most was when my Grandma had a stroke back in 2008. The last time I saw her was in hospital and it was the first funeral that I went to. I cried in the hospital, I cried the following morning when I told my boss (And when he sent me home on family leave after I dragged myself into work because I didn't know the procedure and whether my grandma was a close enough relative to count). I cried at church on the Sunday - how could a God that loved me that much take my Grandma from me? My friend's daughter came and gave me a massive hug - she was like 8 at the time and she stood next to me stroking my hair and hugging me! (rock on!) <br /><br />My Dad told a story at the funeral and I cried like a baby.Hanhttp://www.rockangel.co.uknoreply@blogger.com