My wonderful, amazing Nan passed away on the 7th October and I still can't believe she's gone. My Nan was my best friend in the whole world, she was my closest confidante, my strength, the strongest woman I've ever known. She was funny, beautiful and a tough cookie.
We've been today to put her ashes in the ground and this week has been really, really tough. We had to wait 3 weeks for the funeral and I thought after that I'd be fine and just be able to crack on but I wasn't, it took another week before I could get back to looking for a job and not not think about her but for it not to be so instantly raw. I've got a new job and start on Tuesday and all I want to do is ring my Nan and tell her all about it.
I want to tell her about my sister being an absolute gobshite to me yesterday (again) and why I've decided to cut her off for a little bit, for my own sanity.
Family dynamics are a bit fucked up anyway and my Nan is the one person I could speak to openly and she got why I felt the way I did, she never made me feel that my feelings weren't anything but valid, she listened to me, never ever judged me and is the one person in my life that I know loved me unconditionally.
I'm really struggling with the whole thing, from getting the call that she had died, when I was getting ready to go down and see her, to the last phone call we had on the Tuesday before, when we ended it with us both telling each other how much we loved each other and her telling me how proud she was of me. To seeing her gone on the sofa, to a sleeping beauty in the chapel of rest, to her funeral and how now she's ash in a box in the ground.
What I would do for one more phone call, one more kiss, one more hug, one more second with my beautiful 1 Nan.
I'm so very, very sad