'Wednesday 8th March, 6pm'. The day my nan finally slipped away from us, the day she died. She was 96 years old.
I went to see her two days before in Fazackerley Hospital. I took my son with me as I knew it would probably be the last time we ever saw her. I'm glad I did but don't think i'll ever forget that vision of her.
Imagine the oldest thing you've ever seen?, ever held?. Time had given her so much. It's safe hands had guided her through two world wars, the loss of parents and siblings and led her down the aisle into the arms of a man who would love her forever. Now they had taken her away.
Some of us never experience the things she had in her life that were good and exciting and loving and kind, she was one of the lucky ones-with no regrets. Goodnight and God bless x