Once again, I'm counting down the days to the most terrible, heartbreaking day, the day you were called home. My darling gran, I miss you, I love you and I think of you just as much as ever. There will never be another you.
This year, Hannah will graduate from university, little Toby will go into year 11, Tim will continue to be Tim, and Ben, our boy, will get married. Life goes on. Sometimes it feels relentless, remorseless in forcing me to move forward and away from that evening. Gran, I will never forget you. When I watch Hannah graduate, you will be there with me. When Ben gets married, you will be there. Every step I take is a step with you in my heart.
Love you Gran.