My lovely gran died a week ago, after a very short illness, DD1 is only 3 weeks old and I don't know if I can be happy, sad or both.
Unfortunately DFIL died of the same illness 2 years ago - 3 weeks before DS2 was born. I can't believe this has happened twice and feel so up and down, DGran would have loved DD, she got to meet her a few times but was so poorly she couldn't hold her - a month ago she was running around like a teenager so excited about the birth of her grand-daughter and now she's gone.