I woke up on the 22nd of October and turned 23. I felt sorry for myself because I was sick as a dog but mostly because at 4.16pm the day before, my Nanna left us to be with the angels.
Most of my childhood Christmases involved a huge Eurasian lunch with approximately 15 people squeezed into Nannny's tiny one-bedroom apartment. We would take turns eating and us kids would always end up in her bedroom playing games and jumping on her bed.
She was a tiny lady with a fiery spirit. I think you become fiery when you have 9 sons and a daughter. As we all got older, we stopped doing the Christmas thing. My last memory of my Nanna was her frail body sitting in her chair - she barely recognized me. Dementia had slowly taken over and she wasn't aware of too much anymore.
Today we sent her off with a service in the church my father was baptized. It was hard to see him in pain. She was 88 and lived a big life. I will miss her very much but we will meet again.