Thursday 8 May 2014

Love and Death

My Granny passed away this bank holiday weekend. Bereavement is a strange thing. My Grandad died when I was 17, I was heartbroken. But I think age changes a lot.

That's not to say I'm not heartbroken by the death of my Granny though... I'm just not showing it in the same way as I did 8 years ago. We didn't see her as much as I used to, at the moment it almost feels like she could just be sitting in her hospital bed like every other day for the last few months. When I sit alone and really think about it, I know that I'll never speak to her again, see her, hold her hand or kiss her head. I never got to tell her about my new job; though I found out 4 days before the end I never told her, I just wanted to hear about her day the last time we spoke. I never showed her my Pin Up shots and she never got to see me Jive. I know she'd be proud of me though. I present two shows on local radio and she used to listen pretty much every week, unless she fell asleep on the sofa.

Anyway, this is just a bit of a stream of consiousness really, getting things off my chest. I will have things to remember her by, a teddy that I've been inseperable from since I took it from her flat, a beautiful pastel tea setand, mostimportantly, 25 years of memories.

Misty

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