Last week we farewelled D's beloved Nana Chris. At 103 (and a half!), her death wasn't completely unexpected, but it was still very sad, and very much the end of an era. I confess to having adored that wee woman from the moment I met her some 17 years ago, when she enveloped me in hug and insisted I call her Nana Chris.
I am thrilled to say that Cole and Immy thought as much of their *old nana Chris* as we did, and a visit to her was always a happy occasion, even if it took Cole a little while each time to warm up to the idea of giving her a kiss and a cuddle! (but her skin feels different and looks all folded, mama!)
(May 2011, just before we left NZ)
(This is not a very good photo of anyone, but it is my favourite - and so typical - everybody too busy chitter chattering to pay attention and smile, ha! Immy, Bob, Nana Chris, Cole and D - 4 generations!)
Thankfully D was able to fly back to NZ to attend her funeral, and to spend some time with his parents, sisters and extended family.
Farewell, Nana Chris, you are much loved and much missed!
(The kids discovered during a visit to Nana in 2010 that they could sneak through the fence at the back of the property and end up right outside her window. I think nana rather enjoyed the impromptu farewell dance that followed that day - and every visit since. Nothing like small people for exuberance, these small people particularly!)