In tragic times such as these, we must choose to remember the beauty of better days. I choose to remember my Nanna through her swan face (a silly face she would make to throw Becca and I into fits of laughter), her desire to always hold my hand when crossing a street regardless of my age, her innate kindness, her sweet tooth that matched mine. I also choose to remember my Nanna through her artwork; Glenda introduced me to the world of fairies and mermaids. I reveled in this dainty, glittery world that she painted into my childhood. I spent years making fairy doors at the base of tree stumps, I spent hours whispering into bodies of water in case the mermaids could hear me. I will forever see bunnies and poppy flowers and African safari landscapes through her watercolours. I choose to remember the countless international trips that Nanna and Poppa took to visit us wherever we lived and how protective, caring and enthusiastic they both were about my sister and me. They were so proud of us and I, in turn, am so thankful for my time with them.
Hannah Broughton
26/05/2020