Nanny at the beach. Nan. Yellow Nanny. How could this be ? How is this true?
87 years and yet I still expected and wanted you to do forever. None of this feels real, and you should still be here, still watching the chase, still walking buddy, still having cups of tea and keeping everyone in order. Your daily routine, up at 7. Walking buddy. And when I stayed over you would laugh at me for rolling out of bed at 10, and call me lazy, and we’d go for walks, to the Doctors, to the Bakery, to anywhere and everywhere, And I still would feel good because no matter what I’m with nanny at the beach and I’m safe . You raised my dad, you, the beacon of his eye. You were our summer holidays, our phone calls, our hugs and our kisses, you are us at our Cores. That time when you needed an ambulance, and when it came you were shouting out of the back for me to bleach your floors and clean your carpets. Or those trips from university on the coach, we’d speak for hours and have the best time. You loved shopping and loved chips more than you cared to admit. Especially the savoloy and chips. You hated photos, but we needed more. Visiting you and grandad on the train and going to the arcade. There’s too many memories to possibly compose and put into pictures, but please remember them nan. - Love, Shy .
Shyaine-Rebecca Winston
12/04/2024
