Day Eight

Today I took the bus to get my Nana and bring her back for her first lunch at my Mum's new house. I met her at the bus stop near her apartment, and when I crossed the road she was there waiting for me. It was so incredible to scan the sea of faces and to find one of them resolving into that of my Nana, and for her to smile, stand up, and come over to kiss me. I wanted to tell everyone at the bus stop - "This is MY Nana." I didn't.















We had a nice, quick lunch, and then caught an afternoon bus back to her place. She dozed gently all the way, and once it even seemed like she might rest her head on my shoulder, but she caught herself just in time.
















We spent time looking at photo albums, chatting and napping companionably. I don't know when I will visit her here again, and I tried to take it all in.
The pictures of my cousins,
















her wedding pictures,













and my uncle as a little boy.




















Tomorrow Mum and I are taking Nana to the airport - she's going to Bendigo, where my Dad grew up, for her sisters 80th birthday. I probably won't see her again this visit, and it was lovely to have time with her, not just as a granddaughter, but as a friend.