"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet" By the time you're old enough and smart enough to realise just how compellingly fascinating your Grandparents are, there is entirely too little time left. But I am grateful for the stories and the time shared with Nan -for that glimpse into the journey of the unfalteringly warm, funny, generous person that she was. Always graceful, occasionally naughty - you were a show-stopper, Nan, solid gold. I love you.

You can only have one mother Patient kind and true; No other friend in all the world, Will be the same to you. When other friends forsake you, To mother you will return, For all her loving kindness, She asks nothing in return. As we look upon her picture, Sweet memories we recall, Of a face so full of sunshine, And a smile for one and all. Sweet Jesus, take this message, To our dear mother up above; Tell her how we miss her, And give her all our love.