I’m reblogging my post from last year in memory of a very special lady in my life. It will be two years ago tomorrow since she passed away, but what I wrote then, I still feel now. Loved and greatly missed.
Sometimes I think we need to take a step back and appreciate what we have.
This blog is usually dedicated to my writing but today I’ve decided to write a post in memory of a very special lady who, sadly, passed a year ago today after a brave battle against cancer.
My husband’s grandmother, Angela Mary Walsh, was one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. At 82, and small in stature, you would be forgiven for thinking that, at a glance, she was a frail old lady. Just one conversation with her would tell you otherwise. Weak is not something you would’ve remembered about Angela.
Angela was born in Ireland and had to raise her siblings when she lost her mother at a very young age. She eventually came to England and raised a family with her husband who was a blacksmith and champion boxer. She was an extraordinary…
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