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Subject : Nanna...
It only seems yesterday that my Nanna gave up her fight and left us all. It was her Birthday last week and when I tired to place her face in my head it took a while.... it scares me and I dont want to forget what she looked like or smelt like. Sometimes when im in on my own I ring her house and my heart beats faster because I think for a moment that she might pick up the phone. But she never does.

I hope that when I talk to her on a night she can hear what im saying, I hope she knows how much I miss just hearing her voice. I would give up anything for just ten minutes with her now!

This grieving process seems like its never going to end, I carry it round like a tonn of bricks!