Saturday, June 07, 2014
This weekend I'm down at my mum and dad's because today is my great Aunty's 90th birthday. She is, without a doubt, my biggest idol. If I turn out even half like my Aunty Betty then I will be happy.
First of all, SHE'S 90!! I'm past the point where that seems unfathomably ancient, but old enough to know that it's an impressive age to reach. Not everybody makes it that far.
Then there's the fact that she is fiercely independent, practical and capable. Once, my Dad went round to drop something off and found Aunty Betty just coming down off the roof of her house. When dad asked what she was doing, she said "the wind knocked my television aerial over, so I just put it back up again". This was less than 10 years ago. My 80odd-year old great Aunty climbed two storeys to fix her own aerial. That's how amazing I want to be.
She has a wickedly sharp sense of humour, and picks up on my sarcasm far quicker than some people half her age. But she is also lovely and kind, and I'm not the only person who thinks that; so many cards have arrived for her birthday that there actually aren't enough flat surfaces in her living room to display them all. When I call her or go for a visit she always asks about my life and remembers all the different things I do. She has that knack some people have, of making you feel like you really matter.
So when I grow up I want to be just like my great Aunty Betty, or as close as I can possibly get.