To My Nanny Wade,
If I was to sit and reminisce every memory with you I would be here for hours, so I won’t. I won’t talk too much about the sleepovers with hot cocoa, or those amazing scones you’d walk to prescot for when I was younger, or about all those games of bingo, or about how long it took you to convince me the dolls in your cupboard weren’t evil like auntie Dawn said, or all of the arts and craft lessons we’d go to and how I got rather good at making Christmas cards.
I’ll talk about family and how you always seen the best in every single one of us and about how loved you were by each and every one of us. About how two years ago you held Aurora for the first time, your great great granddaughter with 4 generations between you both and said how proud you was. About how when my mum told you I’d given birth to Archie, even though you were so poorly and in pain you were asking for a card and to pop your shoes on and come and see us.
Because of you and the qualities you instilled in my nanna, my mum and me I can now raise my daughter to be an extraordinary woman. To be strong, to be compassionate, to laugh, to forgive, to take chances, to believe in herself, to strive to succeed, and to love fiercely. And for that I am eternally grateful nanna.
I live in the house that has had 5 generations of Wade women live here; you, my nanny Maymord, my mum, myself and now my children. These walls have heard a lot of family dramas, they’ve seen highs and lows, they’ve seen first steps and last breaths, from great grandad having a thriving garden to me having it a little over grown (sorry). It’s seen a few change of hands but always the same family. This isn’t just a house, it’s our family home and thank you for being such a huge part of my home for you are the foundations, now, then and always.
Your first great granddaughter and your great great grandchildren.
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