Lately I've been thinking a lot about my Nana.
Nana - Nelly Louise, for whom the "Louise" in my name appears - was my Great-Grandma; my Mam's Grandmother.
My first memory involves my Nana.
I was really little; about 2 and a half, I believe. I was at my Nana's house (along with my Mam; not sure if my brothers were there or not, since I don't remember and have never asked). There was a cat... I think it was my cat, Lucky. The cat ran under a TV unit, and I tried following, banging my head. I cried, and Nana picked me up. She took me in the kitchen with her, sat me on the counter, and gave me some chocolate to make me feel better (I think it was Maltesers; or something like them).
I loved my Nana, and was broken-hearted when she died (when I was about 6).
I wonder why I've been thinking about - and missing - her so much lately?