When I was a little girl I would often wake up early on the weekend. Well before my late-sleeping older brother and similarly snooze-inclined Mum. After the time I managed to cut myself so badly I needed three stitches on my ankle I wasn’t really allowed to get out of bed before Mum was up to supervise, but there was one exception – slipping into bed with my Nan.
I would sneak out of the room I shared with my dead-to-the-world brother and head up the hall on tiptoes to push open the door to my grandmother’s room. Then I would slide into bed next to her and snuggle up close.
“Sarah,” she would murmur in her disapproving teacher tone, “your toes are like ICE.”
I would wiggle around a lot, trying to find a safe spot for my feet, but by the time I was settled the damage would be done, and she would be awake.
We would then have lovely long chats about all sorts of things. She would tell me stories about my grandfather, who died before I was born, and about my mum as a little girl. She would regale me with the gossip from parties and the silly things my grandfather’s best friend did.
She had tales of her brothers’ practical jokes and the time her father killed the family’s pet duck and made her mother roast it for dinner, and she would patiently retell, over and over again, my favourite stories: Especially the ones about the family pets. (Almost all of them cats.)
I learnt a lot from my Nan in those early morning chats. She would always listen to and consider all my curious questions, and give me honest answers where she felt she could, and we would talk about all sorts of things lying in bed together, her long fingers stroking my forehead and playing with my hair.
We never stopped having those morning cuddles, Nan and I.
I grew up, moved away, and saw her less and less. But I always made time when visiting to crawl back into her bed and talk. Then she got sick, and had to move into a nursing home. The last time I lay next to her was in her hospital-style bed, explaining for what felt like the thousandth time that I lived in Sydney now. Because she couldn’t remember.