January 20th would have been my Nan’s 83rd birthday. Sadly 2 years ago she was taken too soon and there isn’t a day which passes where I don’t think of her. My niece suggested that we all head to the woodland burial where she is remembered, to take her and my grandfather some flowers. It was a lovely suggestion and once we’d placed flowers we all headed to a local beach to enjoy some family time in her memory.
It was the perfect beach day to remember her. M scooted along the coast, we skipped stones across the water and we thought of fond memories where we were all together, grandparents taking us to the beach.
My nan made such an impression on me, possibly more than she ever realised. She could cook up the best fairy cakes I’ve ever eaten and serve up the best roast dinner with homemade gravy on a Sunday. I never imagined her not being there because, well she is someone I always felt would just go on and on. But I’m lucky her memory will always go on and on. Whenever I walk into my house and Clara’s been cooking fairy cakes, or when I see someone walking Westies, I smile and remember my little nan. I love you nan, I hope they’ve got a great library where you are, one day we’ll share our books again.