I was crying and she held my face in her hands and said, "It's going to be alright Leigh, it really is". She pointed to a women I have known for a long time and said "she has always been a mother figure to you". She kissed me then walked out of the room. I followed her and watched her walk down the street.
It was very vivid. She was exactly as I remembered - her face, her touch and her smell.
Sleeping in Gordon's old room: Comfy bed, crispy white sheets, clock ticking, gentle breeze blowing through the curtains beside the bed.
Orange cake with passion fruit icing
Sitting in the kitchen with Nanna drinking a cup of hot tea on a cold winter's day
The smell of Nanna's face powder
Walking to church then to coles to get liver for the cat's dinner
Chris and I sticking (with spit) thorns from her rose bushes on our noses, running around the yard pretending we were rhinoceroses
Nanna is sitting on the right, dad's in front, her sister Jean beside her and Chris and I. Taken at Kingaroy 7 January 1971.