My Nanna (my Grandad’s mom) died a year ago. She had Alzheimer’s when she died, but she held off until the day that her husband had died many, many years ago. My mom was very close to her and told me the story that when she was younger, she went out dancing. She’d twisted her ankle, but though it hurt, she danced her heart out. I’m sad that I never really knew her because she lived in England and I have only been once.