The last few days I have been going through Nan's old photos that I scanned a long time ago, to put together a tribute video to be shown today after her funeral. I love seeing the old photos and remembering all the funny things Nan told me about them. It was hard to narrow it down to just a few photos.
I had a few tears as I was making it - not really because I'm sad that Nan and Pop are gone as I know they are really happy right now, but more because I miss the Nan and Pop that I knew when I was growing up. The Nan and Pop that used to have lots of energy and would jump in the landrover and take us down to the river for a swim. The Pop that used to want to arm wrestle everyone to prove that he was stronger than them. The Pop that used to punch Aaron and tell him 'he had better be looking after Janey' (Jane is my middle name).
The Nan that used to jump in the freezing river going 'oh, oh, oh!!!' the whole time and would make us laugh as she screamed as she would dive under the water. The Nan that used to scream for Pop whenever she saw a snake in the bushes. The Nan that used to hum all day long. The Nan that used to jump on her scooter to go and collect the mail at the end of their long driveway. The Nan that used to make us laugh as she would give us the funniest Christmas presents every year - no Christmas was complete without a new hankie from Nan. I remember one year Aaron got a hankie with 'K' on it and she told us it was meant to be for Uncle Kim but realised she didn't have anything for Aaron so she wrapped it for him. We then just pretended that she meant it for him all along as the 'K' could've stood for 'King'.
My boys never knew the Nan and Pop that I knew, as they were a lot older and frailer the past 10 years or so, but I know they loved them just as much as I did.