Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.’ Those iconic words from my nan Ellen’s favourite Christmas film It’s a Wonderful Life still bring me the same joy they brought me as a child, snuggled up on Nan’s sofa with my siblings, sorting through a tin of Quality Street chocolates and Nan making sure we were cosy under a blanket, pouring us each a hot chocolate. Those are the Christmas memories I cherish.
Even as an adult, Nan seemed to shape important moments for me. She paid for my university student accommodation and beamed with pride alongside Mum and Dad at my nursing school graduation in 2000. She was thrilled