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dagronratDear Pam,
I remember Christmas spent in your sunroom, opening parcels under the tree, the height of New Zealand summer making everything warm, family all around to make things fun.
I remember staying in the little room off the garage, top bunk mine, reading Roald Dahl books from Timaru's library, a nice walk away.
I remember sitting in the swinging seat in the garden you took such pride in, and I remember once when you took us to your local church and we got to do communion.
I remember you coming to visit us in France, listening to all our made-up stories, getting good night hugs as we went to bed.
I remember the numerous videos we would film, so we could include you in our birthdays, Christmas, our random plays. I'm sure we wrote you letters and sent you pictures too. We certainly phoned often, our connection to you keeping us up to speed with the lives of our cousins, aunts and uncles.
I remember the curries you used to make us, with banana and apple alongside chicken or pork. I still make it regularly, and always think of you. I remember travelling across the world, nearly three years ago, me and Ceri getting to stay with you, to see you in person after so long just on the phone.
You were my only grand-parent I got to know. I'm glad it was you.
Love you Nana.
Natalie.
I remember Christmas spent in your sunroom, opening parcels under the tree, the height of New Zealand summer making everything warm, family all around to make things fun.
I remember staying in the little room off the garage, top bunk mine, reading Roald Dahl books from Timaru's library, a nice walk away.
I remember sitting in the swinging seat in the garden you took such pride in, and I remember once when you took us to your local church and we got to do communion.
I remember you coming to visit us in France, listening to all our made-up stories, getting good night hugs as we went to bed.
I remember the numerous videos we would film, so we could include you in our birthdays, Christmas, our random plays. I'm sure we wrote you letters and sent you pictures too. We certainly phoned often, our connection to you keeping us up to speed with the lives of our cousins, aunts and uncles.
I remember the curries you used to make us, with banana and apple alongside chicken or pork. I still make it regularly, and always think of you. I remember travelling across the world, nearly three years ago, me and Ceri getting to stay with you, to see you in person after so long just on the phone.
You were my only grand-parent I got to know. I'm glad it was you.
Love you Nana.
Natalie.
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Date: 2017-05-18 07:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-05-18 07:23 am (UTC)Thanks. It was a year coming (not bad when they gave her 2months), so not a big surprise. Still sad.
Long distances suck.
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Date: 2017-06-02 05:34 pm (UTC)Also, thank you. I appreciate it.
Hugs!