Who knew the power of a cup of tea and a plate of custard creams? It was this kind offering on a Sunday morning in the home of a loved one's loved one — a nan — which prompted a sad personal realisation: I had forgotten what it's like to have a nan and, in this instance, the simple joy of being spoiled by one.
Having such memories to cherish in the first place is a privilege in itself, I know, whether it's your nan, gran, nain, grandma, mamgu, gu or mamo.
It's been five years since my Mam's mam, Gwyneth Jenkins, passed away mere weeks after a cancer diagnosis. She was my best friend, and a beloved grandmother to five.
