Memories are made of this

So it was that two days later Esther awoke to find her Coventry Nana, as she called her,sitting at her dressing table. Esther pulled her eiderdown up to her nose and closed her eyes again. If she shut her eyes then it would all go away. She knew though this wasn't so for wasn't she the biggest at home and wouldn't her mum want her to be strong and not silly at all!

She found the courage to ask the question that had lingered and tumbled in her head.
"How is Daddy Nana?
Her Nana moved away from the dressing table, head down, floral covered hair-brush dropping to the lino floor. Then she dat down on the sunny yellow eiderdown that they had been given by Nuns a year earlier.
"Your daddy died last night Hinny. He is now in Jesus's garden!"
Never before had Esther sobbed so painfully and so horribly loud. Where could those tears have come from? could it be her making such bad noises, and why could she not stop crying into her pillow now held close to her face? Things could never be the same again, could they?
Only a day later, Esther watched her Nana pull from a large bag her daddies pajama's that he had been last wearing; when she saw him that last time. She felt bad that she hadn't been able to look at him laying in his little bed; prefering to look down the long thin ward where other men lay in little beds but didn't look as ill as him. She had found it hard to kiss him; but she had!

Then her Nana did somthing strange as she sat on her own little bed in her own little room which faced oto the common at the rear of their council house. Her Nana began to rock to and fro whispering names she had never heard before as she held the pajama's to her face and then took in a deep breath and hugged her so tightly that she could feel her bones on hers and her breath on hers and her tears mingled with hers whilst the sunlight crept through her window.