Nan.

[silver_sun]

Nan, we all thought you'd be around forever, we thought you'd see in your 100th birthday just a few short weeks away.

It was not to be.

You saw so much, lived though a century that saw so many changes in how we live. From a little girl who'd lost her father in the First World War, to a shop girl in Woolworths (because you didn't like the idea of going into service like your sisters) to a wife and mother living on a farm during the Second World War. You kept your family together through so much, including being made homeless in the late 1950s when your husband was no longer able to do his job as head carter on the farm and you lost your tied cottage as result. To finally being being housed in a council house over a year later after living as a family of six in a caravan in a field. The house that you continued lived in until now.

A grandmother and later a great-grandmother, family was always at the heart of everything you did and some of my earliest memories are of staying in your house, of you teaching me to knit and sew. How there was always homemade cake after tea on Sunday and how you let me and my brother pretend the kitchen table was a castle or a cave or a pirate ship by covering it with a sheet.

You may have been old in years, but you were always young at heart. Whether it was watching your favourite police and detective shows on the telly and trying to work out who did it, doing your crossword puzzles or listening and occassionally joining in singing to Chas and Dave or Status Quo, you were at the centre of all our lives for so very long.

Nan, you were one in a million, we were so lucky to have you in our lives for so long and to have so many happy memories of you.

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