My Nana died last week.
I have not cried. I have not been sad. Mostly I have been slightly annoyed that it took a week for the funeral to happen, and that the funeral was a grave side service... in February. What was she thinking when she planned that?
Maybe I'm jaded cause I see death frequently, maybe I knew that her time had come, perhaps I just knew that she wasn't happy in her body any more. Mostly I'm happy cause she isn't suffering anymore. So I didn't cry at the funeral, I rejoiced at the life she led. I did wish I had talked to her more about being a nurse...but I can't live in regrets.
So so long Nana, I know you thought I was perfect, but I'm far from it :)
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