My beloved Nana passed away, quietly, gently, while I was far away from home. She took her last breath peacefully on the morning of November 16. 2012. Slipping gracefully from her body, she flew off on her fairy wings (everyone who knew Joycie knew she had fairy wings!) to join all of our loved ones who have made the journey before her.
I didn’t learn of her passing until the next day. But I woke on the 16th with such a feeling of heavy melancholy. I couldn’t work out what was wrong with me – I just felt miserable – flat and soul weary. Hug me, I told my husband. I’m so sad and I don’t know why.
Later that day I thought of Nana often. It was all the frangipani flowers here on Koh Samui. My grandparents spent a happy portion of their lives in Papua New Guinea, and long after they were home in Australia, Nana would always tell me that frangipani blossoms reminded her of those happy days in PNG.
At breakfast the next morning I received a text from my Dad. There were tears, but all day I felt close to my Nana as I walked around this island paradise.
I thought of her as I sipped pretty cocktails, I thought of her as I swam in the ocean, I thought of her as I napped on clean sheets under the fan.
She’d lived a full and wonderful life. She taught me more than I can say. And I like to think of her now, up in Heaven, or where ever it is we go as Souls once our time here on Earth is done. Nana will have on a stylish frock. She’ll be having tea with her Mum or Happy Hour drinks with Pa and their friends. She’ll be waving hello from her fluffy cloud, and I’ll be waving back at her, sand between my toes, a drink in my hand, and a smile on my face.
Life is magical. Nana showed me that! Bless ♥ xx