I have just had a big cry, and sat down to write a sad post about grief. But then, I thought no. I am not going to dwell on being sad. I am tired, drained, and fed up of the endless phone calls and organising. But I am on top of things, Nana H will be having a good send off, and I can take my foot off the gas.
So I am going to post about Nana H. I have known her for around eight and a half years, and have been blessed to have her in my life. She always had a tale to tell, and had led a colourful life. From wartime exploits as a Land Girl, to apple crumbles and custard for her grandson (from the huge tree in her garden!) in later years, there are lots of fond memories. I remember how over the moon she was when we told her she would be a great-grandmother, something she never in a million years dreamed she would see. Baby R shares her middle name with Nana H, and we will treasure those early days photos of Nana H holding both our babies.
Grief is hard, but alongside the sadness there is lots to be thankful for. On Monday we will be celebrating a long and eventful life, lived with love for her family and a wise word for all. If it is your thing, I invite you to send up a prayer, light a candle, or just think of us on Monday morning, as we say goodbye.