A year ago, my Nan died. It hit me hard, as did my Dad dying nearly a year before. I’ve felt the loss of them keenly, in different ways.

Today, when I think of their lives and how they touched mine, I stumble across memories and find new insight. I’m mindful of how much I gain, in remembering the difference they made.

My Nan was always generous and encouraging.

In her own big hearted way, she’d remind us to kindly, keep going.