Girl with a role model.

Monday 2nd March 2009.

Today in English Language we were discussing our role models, and as it came around I realised I'd never written a blog on one of the most important people in my life. I don't normally name names but for this case I feel it is more than acceptable.
Aunty Olive, my Granddad's elder sister. She was an absolutely amazing woman who I learned to love for reasons of my own other than the fact she was family. I used to write to her, usually of nothing particularly interesting but she would always reply with such lovely letters. I trusted her with so many things I wouldn't tell other adults. When I was nearly fifteen I wrote to her telling her of a boyfriend I had, followed by swearing her to secrecy... which she never once broke. Following that she'd always ask after the rest of the family and how their well being was, while the whole time she was suffering from an evil illness.
When I was about five my Granddad told my Dad to take us to see her because she was very ill and might not live for long.
Ten years later she died a year after her husband who had been in relatively good health compared to that of hers.
She was such a strong woman who never let her spirits get dampened. It was nice to be able to go and visit her and be positive we would be greeted with the warmest smile that included her whole face, not just her mouth, as a lot of people these days do.
She died on 13th February 2008. I sometimes think maybe she didn't want a Valentine's Day alone.
I'm thankful to Aunty Olive for so much, but most of all for making me enjoy writing so much. There was no feeling the same as when a letter fell onto the mat addressed to me in her familiar writing. Of all the things I will ever miss she will always remain.

I hope one day to be that strong.
Girl with a role model.
x.