Nana J was a huge part of my childhood: always beautifully dressed and hair done and make up on. We were never in any doubt that we, her grandchildren, were the apples of her eye.
I love to look at these photos of them, because the love they shared is so obvious to see. I wish I'd had the foresight to ask Nana more about her life with Grandad, but I was fairly young and my parents were probably concerned that too many questions from a youngster would be too upsetting for her. And now of course, it's too late.
My Nana has been gone over 20 years, but I still think of her everyday. Why? Because of Chanel No. 5; DH bought me a bottle a few years ago and when I sprayed it, it was as though Nana was there in the room with me. In that moment, I learned the name of the scent she'd worn. Something that would not have happened if DH hadn't decided on the spur of the moment to bring me "a bottle of something smelly".
If you'd like to read more stories today, pop across to Sian's blog where you can read her lovely story and find the links to plenty more.