A year ago today I lost my Nanna. It was a month shy of her 90th birthday and quite sudden, although she had been suffering from dementia for a few years which saw her life spiral out of control. Those who have witnessed dementia know that you lose the sufferer years before they physically die. They don’t resemble their former selves at all.
My Nanna was very special to me as my Mum was a single parent, and even though my grandparents lived in Australia until I was 19, I always looked at my Nanna as my other parent. She sent me countless letters from her travels (certainly where I got my gallivanting ways from) and postcards and presents. She would phone on special occasions in the middle of the night, never quite getting to grips with the time difference. She would visit every year and I went to Nowra in New South Wales for many a summer holiday.
Apologies for the quality of the photos here; my scanner is a bit bobbins:
I love photos and the memories they evoke. It’s the reason I got into photography. So please, take as many photos as you can of your loved ones and treasure them.
This post is for you, Nanna. I miss you so much x