My beloved Nanna, whom I am named after, and share a birthday with (which is today 9th may btw!) died sadly when I was 6.
She was everything to me. I only saw her once or twice a week, and while she ruled the roost with an iron fist, I was her special girl. All I wanted to share was, the last time I saw her and heard her voice I was 6 years old, she had babysat me while my parents went out, and I told her I loved her and pinched her wrinkled skin on her hands, I remember her laughing and pinching my cheek, and the next thing being told she had died in her sleep.
But my point is, that was over 57 years ago, and I still remember everything about her, so strong was my love for her. If just one of my grandchildren loves me half as much as I loved my own beloved Ninna, then I shall know I have done right in my life. x