Jovial to a fault, yet a tinge always lingered
oozing so much love, pride perched in glinting eyes
you had so much time for all, then your own was extinguished
conjuring memories with your laugh, your kindness
even when dementia stole your past, your chuckle remained.
*Dedicated to my Nan who sadly passed on the 17th July, no longer in pain
reunited with her boys.
A mother of 11 children, a former WW2 evacuee, 6 of her children have passed away before her.
She always laughed every day despite such tragedy.
Firstly, Darren, I am very sorry to hear of you Nan's passing; I've lost two grandparents in a couple of years and I know how painful it can be.
She sounds like quite a woman; despite the terrible torment of losing children, she still remembered to 'chuckle' - even dementia couldn't erase the memory of how to do that.