My Nan is about to die. It could be tomorrow, it could be next week or even next month but it won't be long. The rest of the family don't want to admit it, but I know it's true.
I put a brave face on it, visiting her in the hospital, because she hates fuse and wouldn't want to see me upset. But when I'm on my own I cry like I never thought I could.
She isn't 'just' a grandparent to me. She's been more of a mother to me than my actual mother, she's been my best friend, my soulmate if such a things can exist.
I just don't know how I'm going to live life knowing I can't ring her anymore, or pop round for tea. When I see her, looking more ill and frail, it's truly breaking my heart. I want to cherish the time we have left but I know it's going to kill me regardless when she's gone.