I cried when you passed away, and I still cry today. Although I loved you dearly, I couldn’t make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, God broke my heart to prove to me that he only takes the best.

The only way to get hurt in this life is to care. Although she always moaned at me and told me off I know she cared more than most, loved more than most and was made to suffer more than most.

But no matter how many times she was knocked down or made to endure things that no one should, she just kept coming back even stronger and never giving up without a fight.

The kind of love Nana felt was a love without condition. She may not have approved of everything I did, may not have liked some of the decisions I made, and although she lectured me till the cows came home, she just kept loving me, letting me know that she was there and if I ever needed her, we could count on her to listen, to comfort and to help.

 

There have been and will be many more times in my life when situations arise where I’ll want so much to talk to her, be with her or ask her just what to do. And now I know she will always be there, and just a look to the brightest star in the sky will give me the answer, and she won’t feel that far away at all.

So, for your wisdom, your help, love and compassion, your understanding, your patience and your love; I can’t say anything else but thank you and could never dream of being more happy to call someone my nan than you. So keep an eye on me nan, look after me and keep me safe, I’ll see you again one day.