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Losing all it's leaves
2 April 2007 12:08My granny died just before midnight last night. It was no surprise- she has been very weak and confused for the last year or so and in the last week she went into a serious decline, hardly able to open her eyes when we last saw her. She was just two months short of 98 and had lived a very full life, in fact I would say it would be a challenge to find anyone who had lived a better life or been a better person. Her patience, kindness and relentless good humour, very necessary qualities in anyone who spends most of their life married to a Moxon male, made her friends everywhere she met people.
An actress by training, she took up puppetry and between the second world war and the 1980s ran a wonderful puppet theatre. Her last show was at my fifth birthday party and it held us absolutely captivated.
I have endless happy memories of her and it makes me glad that she loved Lou and really enjoyed hearing about my musical endeavours. She was eager to hear all about the ponies whenever we visited and I'm only a little sad we never got them as far as her house (it's not so far from where they live now) so she never got to see them in person.
She also made the tastiest flapjacks you can possibly imagine. I believe she passed the recipe on to mum at some point. I shall endeavour to find it and post it here so that everyone can enjoy their tasty goodness.
It's sad that she has gone but not more so than her long decline, particularly the amnesia and confusion that had really afflicted her in the last year or so, stripping her of identity and leaving her in need of constant support. At least wherever she is now she is there complete and she lives on in the fond memories of everyone who knew her and I think also in the ability of her descendents to keep calm and handle things with a sense of humour. One of the last times she showed any sign of consciousness was when my cousin brought their baby son to see her yesterday; she woke up for a moment and managed a smile as her great grandson held her finger.
Nancy Moxon, 1909-2007, a life well lived.
An actress by training, she took up puppetry and between the second world war and the 1980s ran a wonderful puppet theatre. Her last show was at my fifth birthday party and it held us absolutely captivated.
I have endless happy memories of her and it makes me glad that she loved Lou and really enjoyed hearing about my musical endeavours. She was eager to hear all about the ponies whenever we visited and I'm only a little sad we never got them as far as her house (it's not so far from where they live now) so she never got to see them in person.
She also made the tastiest flapjacks you can possibly imagine. I believe she passed the recipe on to mum at some point. I shall endeavour to find it and post it here so that everyone can enjoy their tasty goodness.
It's sad that she has gone but not more so than her long decline, particularly the amnesia and confusion that had really afflicted her in the last year or so, stripping her of identity and leaving her in need of constant support. At least wherever she is now she is there complete and she lives on in the fond memories of everyone who knew her and I think also in the ability of her descendents to keep calm and handle things with a sense of humour. One of the last times she showed any sign of consciousness was when my cousin brought their baby son to see her yesterday; she woke up for a moment and managed a smile as her great grandson held her finger.
Nancy Moxon, 1909-2007, a life well lived.