And I’m heartbroken.
My beautiful Nanna died aged 96 last summer, my grandpa 20 years previously.
I was incredibly close to my nana, she was like a mother to me - I’d speak to her every single day and visit as often as I could.
She was the person I told everything to - she was full of advice, an ear to listen to my woes. She loved my children and loved nothing better than seeing them develop into good people.
The house sale completes next week. We’ve been clearing the place for months but today is the last time I’ll ever go there again. I cleaned the place ready for a new family who are planning to fully modernise it who will love it as much as my grandparents did.
How can I never be going there again? I’ve known the house for all of my life - 50 years.
I broke my heart locking up and driving away today. A whole part of my life where I spent so many happy times is over.
Not really sure of the point of this post nut I want to put it down somewhere.