The last time I saw my Nan was in hospital and as I arrived home, I felt compelled to write the following words. However, the next day she passed away and these thoughts, like so many things in life, went unsaid: -As I stand at your bedside, I know you cannot see me. -As I speak to you, I know you cannot hear me. -As I hold your hand, I know you cannot feel me. -So why do I write these words when I know you cannot read them? -Because of sitting on a wall eating chips in Llandudno. -Because of a bag of Woolies pic & mix at the movies. -Because of staying up too late with Dracula. -My dear Nan, because of all these memories, everything else you gave to me and the possibility that I am wrong; maybe you can hear these words after all. Indeed my Nan gave me many things but most of all she gave me my mother and two uncles who were really more like brothers. For so long, this was my entire world and one that I cherish with all my heart. In those old days, we didn't have much, but we all had each other. In my mind there is a long corridor with many rooms. One of these rooms has a door marked 'Childhood'. Open the door and you will see us all as we once were; happy, sometimes sad, but always together. In childhood memories and in my prayers - you are still with me. Goodnight Nan and thanks, love Damian x