Rainy Days and Mondays

This mornings weather fitted my mood perfectly. Its three years (last night) since my Nana died, and although time has passed I still miss her as much as I did when she first died. I still feel that there is a piece of me missing, not just today, but every day.

Today I was plagued by the bitter-sweet memory of holding my Nana's hand and stroking her face as she slipped away from us. I whispered 'sweet dreams' and watched her breathing fade to nothing and then stop. It was one of the most painful moments of my life, I did not want to let her go, but knew that I could not stop it; I wanted to scream and shout and cry for my Nana. I still do.

I try to take strength from the person my Nana was. I take care of my family, my friends and those around me, just as she did. As long as I am alive, so will a part of her too.

When I got home from work (taxi driving - the picture is from the taxi window on the taxi rank in Penrith) I was pleasantly surprised by the comments to yesterdays blip. Thank you for making me feel welcome! What a nice bunch of people you are! Why did I wait so long to start blipping?