Laugh As We Always Laughed

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Canon Henry Scott Holland
Regius Professor of Divinity at Oxford University 

Nana, Grandad and the Tweetie Bird

However you knew Nana / Cissie / Mum, I’m sure she made you smile.

For me, she was Nana, beautiful, red headed, hilarious Nana.

She loved all of us grandkids so much and would spoil us rotten when we went to visit, sneaking us sweeties whenever mum turned her back!

My best memories of Nana were from Bahrain when I was just about ten years old.  Nana and Grandad would fly over to see us at least once or twice a year, they were both always so happy when they landed, I remember picking them up from the airport and Nana’s eyes used to well up as she smiled and ran at us with open arms.

One of the best memories I have was in Al-Masara, it was me, Adam, Nana and Grandad sitting on the white plastic table and chairs on the astro turf next to the compound pool, just chilling and enjoying the sun.  Grandad was wearing his summery light grey shirt and Nana a bright green blouse, her hair still red as can be, with some very large sunglasses, if my memory serves me well.  And then all of a sudden Grandad would yell “LOOK!  It’s the Tweetie Bird, quick look!”, excited as ever we of course turned round to look for the Tweetie Bird  while Nana snuck a little sweetie on the table.

We never did see this Sweetie Tweetie Bird and I have to say we fell for it every time!

They were quite the pair Nana and Grandad.

Hilarious together and so loving, the best grandparents anyone could ever ask for, you could see how much they loved each other and everyone around them.  It’s hard to talk about one without the other because they were always by each others side, if I can live a life half as long and happy as theirs, I will be truly happy.

Even though Nana and Grandad may have gone from our eyes, we can live knowing that they are together again now laughing and joking, catching up on lost time.  I’ll miss them forever.