My Nanna died on Tuesday.
She was the best Nanna anyone could ever hope for. I feel lucky to have had her in my life, for the times we spent together, for the conversations, for the meals we shared, the adventures we had, the things she taught me, for the love, the laughter and for every treasured moment spent in each others company.
I will always love my Nanna, she will live on in my memories.
May she rest in peace.
She was the best Nanna anyone could ever hope for. I feel lucky to have had her in my life, for the times we spent together, for the conversations, for the meals we shared, the adventures we had, the things she taught me, for the love, the laughter and for every treasured moment spent in each others company.
I will always love my Nanna, she will live on in my memories.
May she rest in peace.
and, by way of response: i don't think that makes you strange, the needing to be alone to gather yourself. not any stranger than anyone else, at least. we all have our quirks. nevertheless, it's a hard thing to describe to people. i always considered it my way of unwinding and sorting out the things that i need to set straight in my head. and despite the fact that it's a very personal, intimate, individual thing ... it's kind of reassuring to know that you "get it."