
My Nan was a nurse, which feels fitting for a woman who exuded compassion and generosity. She would never miss an opportunity to be kind, although as a self-professed lover of people-watching, she could certainly give strangers some unforgiving looks.
Her demeanour never exposed the hardship she endured, and she refused to complain—primarily, she would say, because nobody would listen anyway. She cloaked her resilience in modesty, but was undoubtedly one of the strongest people I have ever known.
She was also the keenest supporter of any ambition I ever held, even when that ambition was simply eating fruit pastilles while reading with her close to bedtime. She had a profound love for her family and friends, and even in her final weeks, she was focused on reassuring us—telling us that she had lived a good life. In truth, many of us have a good life because she was part of it.
My Nan will live on in each of us—in our memories, in the way we treat others, and, for me, in the aspiration to be even half the person she was. I love you, Nan.
Donation left by Annabel Smith
27/03/2026