I’ve thought of many different ways to write this. I didn’t know whether to keep it short and sweet; but my feelings towards Nanny Mave and the impact she had on my life could never be confined to a certain number of characters.

With Nanny Mave, I got lucky in two respects: I got nearly sixteen years with my great grandmother when some get none and God gifted with me with the single greatest grandmother this planet has ever seen.

There are so many memories that come to mind when I think of Nanny Mave: visiting her weekly at Avalon when Nanna and Grandad went to Australia; not only did I get a chocolate biscuit and a cup of tea- which is usually enough to get me to do anything- but I also got to spend quality time with just an incredible person. There was spending hours staring at her frog cabinet- which almost always got a new addition when we went on holiday.

And my personal favourite memory of Nanny Mave- our phone calls while I would wait to get picked up from drama rehearsals. Rehearsal would have finished around four o’clock and I would have a little while to wait until I could get picked up so I would call up Nanny Mave and walk up and down this one wall chatting away until I got picked up. I’ll always remember those days; no matter how cold it was, how bad school or the rehearsal had been everything was always made instantly better by hearing her voice at the end of the phone.

I was lucky to get as much time with Nanny Mave as I did- but in the end our time ran out and I didn’t get the chance to say a proper goodbye-

So, Nanny Mave, I love you so much. I was so, so lucky to have you in my life. I can promise that my kids will hear about my amazing great grandmother, who could write poetry that would make Shelley eat his heart out, who had a scarf and frog collection that could rival even the most avid collector and was one of the most talented, caring, and loving people I ever met. I miss you already and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you proud.

Good night and God Bless.
Harry.