My Gran Phyl Smith is 85. Born Phyllis Job and named after her flapper auntie, she's someone I'm very close too.
As a child her flapper auntie taught her to play the ukulele and sing. At 14 she was working as an embroiderer during the war (that the majority of her brothers died in) and by the end of the war was a professional country singer.
She met my Papa Ray Smith during her singing days and married him in her 30s. She then had 3 stillborn children and finally a daughter Lesley before adopting my mum and her twin sister Sharon and Janine. She got very sick in my mums childhood with a rare form of adrenal cancer. Doctors thought she was making up being ill, so they institutionalized her until finally realizing she was on her deathbed. She survived of course and started writing poetry and drawing again but then lost her twin sister Ruby to breast cancer.
It's very strange she's so much like me yet we are not blood related. I love her so much and it saddened me greatly when I got a letter from her and couldn't read it. Her writing is very scribbly like that of a 6 year old. Ever since she had a stroke she hasn't been the same and she's extremely depressed.
I'm making her a book, with all her poems in it.
This woman is someone I admire greatly, she's overcome so much and she's strong.
A true warrior, my gran is amazing and an amazing singer,guitarist,poet and artist.
I love my gran.