For as long as I can remember, i've known her as Nanny, my english great grandmother with the funny accent. I spent many days visiting her with my mother, every time we passed Rochdale, it was almost a routine to go and visit her. Since I was little, i've always thought it was the coolest thing in the world to be able to say that i have a great grandmother. Noone else had one but me and I'd brag to my friends all the time. Every time we'd visit, i would look at her and just feel so happy inside, seeing that she created this wonderful, diverse, loving family that I have. Nanny used to baby sit me all the time. i remember that is was at her house that I first became afraid of movies. She was watching some old 1950's detective movie and allowed us to watch it with her. I was so scared, I didnt want to go back. I remember goingto visit her and she'd always show me and Nya the baby carriage she'd push my mom and and the proceeded to tell us about how she'd have us early in the morning and take us on walks and stuff. She would also tell us about witches and stuff. Those were always my favorite. As I got older, she would question me about not having a boyfirend, saying that Im such a pretty girl and she doesnt understand why the boys wouldnt like me. I'd just laugh and say not yet. I'm going to miss not being able to hear those stories, or have her question me about my boy life. I remember seeing a bird in our back yard and my dad catching it and giving it to her. She was so excited and man did she love that bird. Always talking to it, making sure it was okay, she was always great at caring for other, such as my mom, myself and that bird. Im goingto miss her so much. Her voice, he smile, and all her house dresses. When I was little, I always told myself that I could wait til my children got to meet her. I was so confident that she was going to still be there when I had my own, that she'd be able to hold them and care for them for a little while and I wanted her to be able to say that she got to meet ger great great grandchildren. Til this day, I've held onto that and i wish she was still here to make t happen. But I know she's in good hands now and that she'll be watching over me and my kids. She'll always be apart of me and my name, Irene. I love her so much. May God bless her and keep her. Rest In Paradise Nannny.