Death is such a weird thing. I remember my nana like it was yesterday, all the things she said, all the things we did together. Every time Im at my grandads house its so weird sitting on the sofa with my grandad on his chair with her not sitting next too me telling me I talk too much. Constantly asking me if I want a drink or something to eat. At night I go too sleep thinking of her before I close my eyes because this time 4/5 years ago every night she would be the one tucking me up in my bed at her house in my little bed kiss me on the cheek twice and say good night and God bless I love you. Its weird too think shes now just some ashes that have been burnt in a box in my grandads living room waiting until his turn comes so they can be together again. Why is cancer so evil. It scares me thinking about it and why does it happen to the most innocent people it went so quick and at the time I was only young and diddnt realise what Id lost but now, Id do anything too talk to her. For her too hug me when I cry and tell me everythings going to be alright. You never know whats round the corner. I know shes watching over me but its not the same as watching me in person. Ill never forget her voice because of this video its the only one I have but it reminds me what a great mum, nana, great nana she was. Rest in peace beautiful, never forgotten... Brenda Lovatt ❤️
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 23:12:00 +0000
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