When she was good, she was like an orange wind, laced with mint and strawberry sweet. She was kind, but not in a: ‘Hi, how are you?’ sort of way. She was kind in a: ‘Let me hold your soul for you,’ sort of way.
Of course, she had her demonic side, as we all do from time to time on the ever puffing human train. But her darling side far outweighed any dark side of the moon nonsense circling her sky.
She was the first non-doctor to hold my tiny human body, before even my Mum.
She was also the first to hold my soul, and really truly keep it home.
And so today’s darling day is for you, Nan.
I hope you look down and smile every time I do the ‘Nan dance’ on the porch or cartwheel alongside the car to wish my babies the happiest of goodbyes. I learned all of that silly beautiful from you. And as long as I live, I’ll be proud that most of me is made from the love you gave me.
I now share that love with the world, because it’s the only thing that feels truly right to me—so thank you, Nan.