Dearest Jackie, loved it when you told stories of your boys when they were younger from Ian locking you in the pantry and Clive was outside in his pram, coal fights in your living room and using your furniture as climbing frames and the TV crashing down as the furniture leaned over and fell. Thankfully those 2 little rascals grew up to be men that you and Alan were so very proud of. You would recognise your boys in your grandchildren, their little traits and mannerisms, faces they pulled when getting a telling off. 
From standing by the pitch or sitting poolside to watch your cherished grandchildren's weekly matches, swim meets and riding competitions to school productions and carol concerts, family holidays, board games nights and meals out to our favourite Indian restaurant. Your delight at becoming a great grandmother and meeting Hendrix for the first time, you were so happy. 
You may of been tiny in stature but you loved massively and were loved more than you'll ever know. 
Give Alan a big squeeze from us all, may you rest in peace dear mum, mother in law, nanny and great nanny. All our love today and always xxx