One thing you probably wouldn’t be happy about, but I love and cherish every single day when I look down and see it, is that I got a tattoo in both memory of you and Dad. I found my 21st Birthday signing book and you’d signed off with your usual, “Love always, Nanna”, so I got your loving words and handwriting tattooed on my arm. In the same book Dad has signed off with “Love You Lots, Daddy” and again, that’s exactly what I had tattooed on my arm. I quite often find myself looking down fondly at your writing, tracing my fingers over them, knowing that Dad and his love of tattoos would love what I’d done, whilst you, I’m sure, would be shaking your head cursing at me using all of my names including my middle and confirmation name. Anyone knows that if the middle name is used, let alone the confirmation name, that they’re surely in trouble but I know that you’d secretly be touched by the gesture.