This is my Grandparents during their very last trip together to Granddad's beloved Ireland. Grandad was in the very early stages of Alzheimer's.
Born and raised on a beautiful farm in Kilkenny, Southern Ireland Grandad run away to London during the 1950's to be with Nan. They were young, very much in love and their religions forbid them to be together. One a catholic and one a Protestant.
Leaving Ireland and the farm he was due to inherit broke Grandads heart, but he couldn't live his life without our Nan. So he packed his bags and headed for the bright lights of London. I imagine he felt afraid and uncertain of what the future held for him.
My Grandparents lived for their Family and they totally adored every one of their many Grandchildren. Every Grandchild was loved in equal measures. Every Christmas and Easter Nan would have all her Grandchildren's gifts lined up in her front room. They would be in big bags, all filled with exactly the same for all of her children's families. No-one was ever left out or forgotten. I have never met a fairer Lady, than my Nan, every family member was treated the same, she prided herself on the fact that every child felt equally loved by her and Grandad.
Nan and Grandad were still very much in love right up until we sadly lost Grandad. It was devastating for Nan to slowly watch her big strong Irishman crumble to Alzheimer's. Nan was never really the same after Granddad's death. She was still the same old feisty, funny Nanny but I knew her heart was broken. I knew her heart ached every minute of every day, for the one and only love of her life, Our Grandad.