Tomorrow is a bad day, a very very bad day.Nana died on Dec 1st, 13 years ago. EVERY DAY I miss her, and I want to talk to her. Every day I try to be just like her.
Megane asked me the other day why I always say that we were never naughty at Nana's house... and I said "because we loved her so much we just didn't want to do anything naughty that might upset her AND she made it so we didn't need to be naughty."
I have a folder of papers that smell like Nana (they were in the sideboard behind us in this picture) and sometimes I treat myself and get it out and have a quick sniff. I never look at photos of her because I can see her in my mind easily. I may show photos of her to someone else, but I don't need to look at them for me.
I have so many memories of her... which I can't share here because they are too special.
I love you Nana.
xxx
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PS Nana is the cute one standing next to my parents, and Grandad. Aunty Dora (her aunt) is the older lady sitting in the chair...
Thinking about you. Death anniversaries suck. Sometimes I get mad at my mom for being such a great mom. If she wasn't so amazing I might not miss her so much. Bloody nana, why did you have to be so awesome?
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