Eight Forty Four

Eight forty four is when my Mum rang me a few Saturdays ago. I thought she was calling to talk about going to the Craft Fair at church. No, her call was more urgent and life changing. Grandad had passed...

Dear Grandma

Dear Grandma, Eight years ago you left us so unexpectedly. One day you were here then you were gone. I stood at the Harvest Supper this year at Chapel and tried to remember what we discussed on that last time...

Grandma

Yesterday evening, my Grandma passed away. She’d been unconscious and on oxygen for most of the day – from what my Dad said she wasn’t in any pain. Thank you to everyone who has been posting comments today and yesterday...