Fret not loyal readers. I am still here. I am just snotty nosed, bloodshot eyed and floating in the swell of grief.
What were you doing at 3am this morning? I was sleeping while my Grandad took his last breaths.
I got to say goodbye on the weekend, but it doesn’t barely start to mend the ripped and bleeding hole in my heart that he has left behind.
I will be back (probably) next week, once I have again resumed control over my waterworks, my vision is not wobbly and my face is not so tear stained.