I've just had the kind of news that, while it shouldn't really take you by surprise, when it does hit you it hits hard.
My granny, who turned 100 last August, died of a heart attack today. They say she knew nothing about it. I really hope so, because she deserved to go out in the best possible way.
She was an amazing character, and an inspiration in so many ways. As those around her settled into the sedate life of a creaky pensioner, she refused to lay down for old age. She remained active, getting involved in clubs and activities, and devising her own exercises to keep her joints and circulation going. Most of all her mind was as sharp as I anyone I knew. Cheeky but never less than kind.
I hit some low points in my last year at uni, and phonecalls from her helped me struggle on. In fact my biggest motivation at times was to let her put my graduation picture beside the many she'd collected from grandchildren all over. I'm glad that so many got to attend her birthday celebrations last summer and that I could stay with her for a few days. She told me that when she woke up that morning of her hundredth, she closed her eyes and said, "Ee by Jove, I've made it!" It almost came as a surprise to her, but the rest of us knew that if anyone could do it, Granny would.