The chaos that is getting out of the house in the morning was reaching fever pitch when the phone rang. It was my brother-in-law delivering the sad news that my husband's Grandmother had died. Given that she was 97 and frail the news wasn't surprising but you are never really prepared. You say things like "it was a good innings" but it hurts.
I couldn't help that notice that my son, having lost his only great grandparent, gave my mum an extra big hug this afternoon (pictured).
They say the reason children get on so well with their grandparents is they have a common enemy. Fortunately in our case, I hope we have a common friend.
RIP Grandma Mary
My condolences to the family
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