Another goodbye looms rapidly for our family. We lost Nanna the other day, and while she had a fantastic innings its hard to wrap your head around it. You just always think they are going to be there (that of course is my inner child speaking). I’ve been thinking of my fondest memories of her, painting rock animals in the shed, AMAZING roasts and vibrant stories of her travels around Australia with Granddad. It always surprised me how precise she was with stories and what she recollected of some of their favourite memories and experiences. Most recently she raved about my lemonade scones which was quite a compliment from such a great cook. Sharp as tack to the very end. Rest well Nan, night night.