Happy new year to you all.
Last night I was hit with such grief again, I went outside to watch the fireworks and just sobbed and sobbed. Saying goodbye to the last year Mum existed and starting the first year of my life she won't be in just seemed massive if that makes sense. DD came out and we cried together, she turns 18 next year and she cried that her lovely Grandma won't be here to see it.
I dreamt about her last night, only the 2nd time since she died. Both dreams so similar, I knew she was gone but we were chatting, holding hands, me telling her how much I miss her and love her and her telling me she knows, that she hears me and loves me too. I'd like to think it was her visiting me when I needed her but who knows? I feel a bit more peaceful this morning either way.