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Nanny cockey, we will always love you. I will always hold the memories of coming over weekends raiding your biscuit tin to sleeping over, to boxing day roast dinners around the table with the whole family.
I can always remember walking through your door to you sat at the table reading a newspaper. Or having a go a cockey when I wound him up to much and you come walking over with your spray bottle. Telling him to shh amongst other words!
I hope you are resting easy with grampy now. I love you. I miss you. Xx
Your Walks to Town…
Near enough every day you’d walk to town and back, pushing along your shopping bag which I suspect was full of cake and ice cream for you to enjoy sat down in front of the telly, with a crime series playing. Towards the end, you may have not walked your daily trip to town and back but I am sure the regulars of the town centre will miss seeing you in a quietly comforting way.
All my love
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