Maisie

Almost 97.  A husband who died before you were born, before the parents were married in fact.  What evidence that there is a reunion in the works in the afterlife, other than human aspiration?  None, but let it be so.  It is nice to think on.  So much to update, in the true time traveler fashion, where one party gets immediate access after the other has laboured a long wait of uncertainty until the glorious truth.

It concerns me not, for now.  I do not get a sense it concerned Nanny either, realist that she seemed to be.  What do you think of it all? she asked.  Who knows what she really thought of losing her love so young, never changing her name, never remarrying.  My two grandmothers clearly the ones who, despite growing up in rural areas in the 1920s and 1930s, gave me the travel bug.  Why did it take me so long to realize it?

No matter.  Rest, my lovely, and well done in such a peaceful and wondrous transition out of this one, with the six children you birthed (all so distinct) at your side.  How would I have reacted to the news as a bachelor, I wonder.  Oh Nanny, you beat the Queen.  Say hello on your way by to the cheaper sections, and ask her, what she thinks, would ya?