Thank you Nan, for everything. Since I can remember you’ve been there for me, sat in that armchair listening to me go on. When I was younger it was probably about football, you’d even record MOTD for me to watch over at yours and speak to me about like it was your favourite thing, all because you knew that made me happy. And as I started maturing and growing, growing too big as you used to say, I started facing difficulties, became sad often and hated school. But you were there. Even when you were ill you’d invite me round and you’d make me one of your lovely dinners and listen to me, never saying anything too profound but making me not worry, I suppose. It was as simple as that. I’d hate school for weeks on end then i’d come over to Dad’s and see you and Grandad over the weekend and for the next two weeks or so school seemed okay, like it wasn’t a problem and that was all because you just seemed to make it okay, I don’t know how- you just did. I haven’t finished school yet, and never had a clear view of me doing so, but now I know i’m going to. You can’t give me those talks to make it seem okay anymore, but I use you as inspiration... to take a problem and just fight against it, make the best of it you can, just as you did the whole time I knew you. Thank you Nan, for being the best Nan I could have ever asked for, making the best roast dinners i’ve ever had, and being the best listener i’ve ever known. Love u always, Kit x