Hi friends,
I’ve just got back from a glorious three-week summer holiday.
Whilst I was away, I had the most vivid dreams about my Nanna, who died in May this year aged 92. I suppose it’s part of the grieving process. Or her way of letting me know it’s all going to be OK.
So I’ve decided to share the words I wrote and spoke about her at her funeral a few…
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