It's been three days since your funeral and we're still trying to find our way out through this huge void you've left us in. Your spirit is ever present, your memories even more so.
We constantly are breaking out into a: Nana use to do... Or, Nana always would...
It's brought us aunts, uncles, cousins, closer. Nana is to thank for that. Everyone who's offered condolence has such beautiful memories of her.
In her own simple and small way she touched those she met. She imprinted us all with her humour, her love for hymns, her temper, her funnies without meaning to be funny.
Papa said the other day, that grandpa would have shouted at her up in heaven, saying it took you 42 years to come to me! 42 years... She was alone but not really alone, I'd contest. He left her in brilliant hands. And we hope he agrees.
As we all reminise about our special moments with nana, Lord, in all that isigood and Holy, give us the strength and courage to tide through these rough waters.
Always. Amen.
Somewhere in your silent night
