Memories of Nana - homemade lentil soup, dangerous driving, handing me a fiver when my wallet was empty, over-cooked roast beef, never allowing or saying a bad word about me. A sad but inevitable end to an era. Although I am obviously sad, she had a full and long life.
I guess I will fly back to Scotland this weekend for the funeral which will probably be around Tuesday or Wednesday. Perhaps I will have the chance to share a pint with some friends whilst I am there. Nana, thanks for all the great memories.