Well, I’ve got to admit I feel a lot calmer now I’ve actually seen Grandma. It was a long drive to get down there but was worth it. She was very drugged up on pain killers but we managed to get a few grins from her and an almost ‘hello’. Thing is, I didn’t want to leave – it was like an admission that that was it I suppose. I’dhave happily sat there all day holding her hand but to actually leave was both weird and pretty upsetting.
Still, she’s had a long life, had her husband taken as a POW during World War 2 then lost him at a fairly young age (around 50 or so, I think), battled with three lots of cancer but remained optimistic for most of her life.
Not wanting to make this blog too morbid (what with the death of Tinkle the other week!) I’ll talk about something happier tomorrow! PW2 is on it’s way!