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I’ve been given the honour and privilege to stand here today to deliver a poem written by my mum and my aunts about my Nan, their mum. Before I do, I want to personally thank everyone for being here today. Nan was the heart and centre of our family. Her door was always open, and everyone felt welcome. Somehow, her home became the place where we would all meet—not because of plans, but because we all were drawn there. She had a way of bringing us together.