Goodnight and sleep tight.

Today was my Nan's funeral. I was asked to write a eulogy for her:

"For those of you who may not know me, my name is Lauren and I'm one of nanny's many grandchildren.

When I think a Nan, a ton of memories pop up in my brain straight away. For example, I remember many trips to the nail salon, as she always had to have her nails looking immaculate. On the way we'd sing out Abba songs while popping pear drops in our mouths. There was one road in particular that we often drove down which was our favorite, as it was full of road bumps, and we squealed over each and every one of them, laughing our heads off.

I also remember when I stayed with her over the weekend. Saturdays was always a night of chippy take outs and casualty. I absolutely hated casualty, but for Nan it wouldn't be a Saturday without it. So because of this, I had to hide behind the pillows or distract myself with something else to do while Nan was sucked into the story, sipping away at tea. She also took part the lottery, which I always crossed my fingers while listening to the lotto numbers being called out, hoping that she would win so she could buy me a pony.

Even though I never got my pony, she did treat me a lot. We'd take trips to the garden center every time without a doubt. Nan was always very proud of her garden, and she would always buy various plants to add to her growing collection. My favorite part of our trip was getting to stop off at the cafe, I'd always get a chocolate muffin with hot chocolate and we'd talk and talk. It's one of our favorite memories together.

I cannot stress how much of a hard worker Nan was. When we wasn't out getting our nails painted together or looking at plants, Nan would be surrounded by paperwork. I always admired her as we sat at her table with Polly her parrot squawking in the background and a dog always at her feet. I always insisted in helping her, a red pen in my hand like she did, scribbling nonsense on paper, wanting so much to be like her.

I love her and miss her so so much. She had such a shining sense of humor, and while she was ill, she told me once when she got better she would be cartwheeling down the garden. I think now she finally is.

Nan, I promise you that I will try my best to behave for mum and dad. I promise that I will take care of Olivia and Daniel. I promise to go to garden centers at every chance I get. I promise to work hard at school, revise and get good grades. And I promise that I will dance and sing out loud to Abba. I promise."

Always tell your family you love them.
Lauren xx