I lost someone today. In the early hours of this morning my Gran decided her time had come and went to be reunited with her true love after two decades apart. It wasn’t a shock - incredibly she had fought her cancer harder than anyone had expected and stayed around longer than we could ever have hoped. As someone who had such a positive impact on so many it was fitting perhaps that she left us on a day dedicated to women doing exactly that.
In different pockets of the country those I hold dear to my heart are hurting. Sons, daughters-in-law, grandkids, great-grandkids and many more are feeling the absence from our world of someone who had been a happy constant throughout.
My experience has been different. I’ve had a good day. I won’t exaggerate and say it’s been one of my favourites - the sadness has never been far away but it was kept at bay by my shield. Joshua won’t let me be sad and I can’t let him experience my sadness. Today we kicked footballs, swung on swings, swept the patio, ate sausages and ran in the sunshine - together. He’s been a barrier to suffering and along with my brilliant wife I couldn’t be more thankful that I have them in my life.
The greatest lesson my Gran handed down to me is the value of unconditional love of family and appreciating how they enrich our lives. Life truly is too short to believe any different. In a funny way I feel the fact I spent today getting on with the normality of family life is exactly what Gran would want.