This is a picture of my Nanna that was recently passed on to me. I’ve lived with her all my life and never knew what she looked like when she was young until now.
She’s my daughter Anna’s namesake. She wasn’t my biological grandmother, but someone who entered my family when she was about twenty years old, and raised each and every baby for two generations till the day she died.
She was famous for horribly spoiling the little ones and never turning you down when you needed comforting in the middle of the night and someone’s warm bed to slip into.
She never had a family of her own. We were her family. I feel like we never really thanked her enough for all she did. This one is for you, Nanna. We loved you very much.