What other legacies did she leave me? Memories of singing games and guiding songs; teaching me calligraphy and sitting sketching with me and my grandfather; falling out with me and then suddenly becoming one of my staunchest friends in the family when I stood up to her; sending me parcels of my favourite cake, when I was a student; sending money for one of the warm red gowns worn by students at St Andrews that I have to confess I spent on books and a wet suit. (The sailing club refused to let me go out with them on the grounds that I would die of hypothermia if I didn't have a wet or dry suit on. Some people are so fussy. It was January and they practised in the North Sea, but still.) Sorry Granny. I'm glad she died suddenly of a heart attack and not a lingering painful illness. My grandfather was not so lucky and developed Alzheimers, which brought out strange and beautiful artwork from his mind's eye, but left him confused and scared. Always lovely though. While I'm on the subject, watch out for Lena Maller from the Community Engagement team, who is hoping to turn Lydney into a 'Dementia-friendly town' with a pop-up information centre and raising awareness in shops and businesses. It sounds a great idea to me.
Our daffodils are fading now, so I will look forward to seeing them next Spring and in the years to come like the ones on Pedmore roundabout. They are part of the story of Oakdale, like the children who planted them. One of them has just been helping my son with riding the bike he got for his birthday for the very first time. Two others came to see and to encourage him. The children are growing up together and bring the community together too as we all put down roots here, so I'd like to say thank you. Look after each other. You are all treasures and so are the memories you are creating.