The other day my nan had a bad fall and ended up hurting herself, and understandably was very shocked. She’s lived on her own since her husband died over 25 years ago and she doesn’t see us very often. I made some banana and walnut muffins and wrapped them up prettily with a nice pink ribbon, and also gave her a small framed water colour painting I did. My dad went round to her place to clean her carpet and he took the presents with him. In the afternoon she called me up to thank me for the water colour painting and the muffins, and that she would try one of my muffins after dinner. Later on when I was watching TV she called again and said that she never usually eats muffins but she enjoyed the ones I made and she thought they were delicious.
I can’t imagine how lonely she is that she called me twice just to thank me for the present. I’m glad that it made her happy and cheered her up, and it also made me feel nice to know that I did that, but I also feel guilty that my family doesn’t see her that often, even though we know we should. On both sides of my family my grandmothers are both widows and have been for decades, and both of them are desperately lonely. I hope I never end up like that.