Today would have been my Nanna’s birthday.
She died when I was 4.
I have a very vague recollection of her, I see her reaching into the cupboard at my grandparents house to get the jar of lollies down for me.
I remember a warm feeling when I think about her, I know that she adored me.
I would have loved to get to an age where I could have a conversation with her.
I loved it when my Pa would talk about her, building a picture in my mind of the person she was. But he is gone now too.
My dad tells me a few things here and there, but he still gets quite emotional when he remembers his mum, and his stories are few and far between.
Maybe I should ask him to tell me more.
I know I’m very lucky to have been close to my grandfather, but I do wonder what it would have been like to get to know my Nanna.
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