Tuesday

Tuesday was one of the days I went into see Grandma.
Was, past tense. I struggled with this today. I ended up in tears at work as we talked about what tonight's plans were.
I can't get Grandma out of my head. I can see her sitting in her room, reading her paper, having a snooze or tidying her wee table as she often was doing as I went in.
I thought I would go for a coffee after work with my book as a distraction. It felt funny as I knew where I should of been.
Now at home, it feels strange to be here at this time. I don't quite know what to do. Feeling restless.