Sadly, we lost my lovely Nana two weeks ago and said our final goodbyes to her on Thursday last week.
She lived a very full life of 95 years, was a remarkably strong and loving woman and I loved her dearly.
One of the things I will always remember about her was her love of roses. Her garden was always full of them and during summer visits to her we would always leave with a bunch of beautifully scented homegrown blooms to take home with us.
She would have loved her send off on Thursday. Plenty of sunshine, a room full of those she loved most, our memories of her being discussed with smiles on our faces and warmth in our hearts.
When we arrived home late afternoon, I took a stroll round our little garden and noticed that the first bud on our climbing rose had bloomed that day! It's the little signs that remind us our loved ones are forever in our hearts.