One year on…
The 16th of August used to be just another day in the calendar - nothing significant really as four days later was, another year to celebrate you being here on this Earth.
Last year though - it all changed.
Whoever decided that it was your time to leave us made the decision - and you passed away.
It still doesn’t feel real or right to be typing that out in all honesty even now.
You were always curious in how things were going with this newsletter - I was still finding my feet with it even last year, still trying to get that 100 subscribers milestone - I guess you helped it finally get there.
Even if it wasn’t music you’d listen to - although the odd Top 40 hit did break through, sign of a very good song in all fairness - you’d still be happy knowing about what was going on with Damnation festival and who’d I be catching there! (Grandad doing his impression of Slayer’s God Hates Us All now and again to get a chuckle!)
The picture I’ve always kept close to me since is the one at my graduation knowing that you were proud of me for getting through university and accomplishing it.
I miss you every day and wish you were still here but I know that you’re there in spirit.
Love you Nan.
Xxx
