Nan, my beautiful Nan. The lady that always had a story to share, a hand to hold, a hug to give, wise words when i was down, experiences to share. Always, always there for her family. As a child growing up a safe space to be myself, your clothes cupboard to raid for dressups and the endless ‘plays’ that sam and I did as wee tots that must have driven you crazy. The smoked fish that you cooked for us now and again, the unravelling of winkles then soaked in vinegar and consumed at a great rate, the roast dinners and as always, the oldie movies played on a Saturday lunchtime. Absolutely treasured memories. I love you more than words can express and i would bet you have the best angel wings (make sure they fly over oz once in a while). I love you, I miss you. Fly high Nan xxx