I have been thinking about my Gran quite a bit over the last few days. The amazing Charlotte Flack. Sunday, 22 April, was the first year anniversary of her death. She's now happy and whole with Precious Jesus, and I am very sure that she is lavishing her love on our sweet little Zac.
I was looking through my old pics and came across these ones. These were taken a few years before she went home to be with Jesus. She loved my hair blond. She never held back in telling me that she quite honestly didn't like it dark! "But Gran" I would lament, "it's my natural colour'. "Nonsense Velanique" (she quite liked to use my full name) " I'm quite sure that it is blond!"
She was quite a lady, a fire cracker to say the least! She had the most incredible sense of style. She would often tell me, "Darling, as long as your hair, make up and nails are done, and a squirt of purfume applied, you can face anything"
Her and I shared a love of shoes. A love that I inherited from her :) Some of my earliest memories of Gran, was playing dress up with her clothes and shoes. It makes me smile to think about it. The older she got, the lower her heels got! hehe. She would often tell me that one day she would wear high heels again! I am quite sure she is doing just that! I wonder if they have Jimmy's in heaven (^^,)
She had a sharp wit and a wicked sense of humour. And boy oh boy did she have a mischievous little twinkle in her eye. Janni inherited that mischief (^^,), yup she most definitely got the lion's share of it.
She loved to laugh. Gran loved her life, and although there were very tough times, she had the most remarkable resolve. I'm sure that was because of her firm and steadfast love in Jesus.
Granny came to stay with me, a few months before she passed. I learned so much from her in that short period of time. Her and I were able to share some special one on one time together, listening to her recount her life, all the joys and sorrows, made me realise that our time here on earth together is short. Instead of holding onto offences and bitterness it is so much better to let go of that baggage, and enjoy life.
As frail as she was, she was usually the first one up in the morning, and I would find her in my kitchen, standing at the door, looking out and in prayer. She loved her family with such a passion. Granny had such a special relationship with Jesus. She was totally 100% in love with Jesus.
I really miss this treasure.