Thirty Three Years

Hello Again,

I can't believe that it is 33 years since my grandmother passed away.
How quickly time passes us by! From being a young boy to being
in my forties in what seems no time at all.

I have missed my grandmother everyday since she died. Looking
back at events, I can now see that she knew she had very little
time left. I was only young and didn't notice how ill she had become.

I remember visiting her on the Sunday before she died. When it became
time to say our goodbyes she just hugged me as usual and whispered
'don't worry, I'll always be your nana.' The last words I ever heard her
speak. She was correct, she always will be! :-)

R.I.P. Grandma.