It seemed you were hanging on, wanting to be here for christmas. You made it, Nan, you made it to christmas. And even though you were only here on Christmas Day for four hours, atleast you got your last wish to not be alone. Your husband and your daughter held your hands until the very end. We spent the day without you for the first time. The place you sat last year at the table was occupied by my brother in law. I sat next to you last year, and it was strange not sharing the christmas cracker with you. A candle was lit, it's flame burning the entire day. It was for you, Nan. The candle burned strong until I decided, reluctingly to blow it out at 4:11am, 24 hours after you passed. It's lit again now, burning bright next to mum. She and Grandad are finding it hard, we all are. You were - are a main figure of our journey, and each passing second is a reminder of your passing. Sometimes these tears are happy, happy that your suffering is now over. Although I have to admit I have not yet had a good cry for your loss. Part of me still thinks you will get better, but in a way, you have got better. It still hasn't fully dawned on me that you are no longer with the living.

I will stay strong for you, Nan. I will look after mum and grandad for you. I will make sure they get through this alright. I know I will see you again. I know you will visit us.

I just hope I made you proud to be my grandmother.

Rest well, Dear Nan.

All my love,

Arrow.


Connie Hunt
25th December 2007.