I knew my gran was clever and creative. What I didn’t know was that she was clever enough to be a member of MENSA and, creative enough to have her poems printed into a book. These amazing facts only became known to me when it was too late. After she had died in a nursing home, I had to go and clear the room of her belongings. She had always been organised and had told me where her will and other important documents were kept. These were in a box at the bottom of the wardrobe. However, I found 2 boxes! The first contained the will as she had described but no mention had ever been made of the other box. I have to be honest, finding these new facts about my gran made me cry. They had obviously meant a lot to her, but why hadn’t I known about them? I blame myself for never having spent the time listening to her stories. There were always other things to be done. Things that I had felt were more important at the time. Now I realise that I had never really known her as a person, only as an old woman, who happened to be my grandma. My family is tiny and there isn’t anyone from her generation, or the next one, to ask about their lives. “Youth is wasted on the young” and I have found this to be true.