I’m not sure if this is a good idea or a bad idea..
Last night I learnt that my nan passed away at eight in the evening. She was very ill and in hospital for the past three months. Due to a fucked up family situation the past couple of months have been hell. She had no idea who I was .. Her mind went a long time ago and the women I saw wasn’t the strong Northern Irish girl that helped raise me. I haven’t cried at all right now I feel nothing but numbness … I suppose that’s a good thing. However when it does hit me I can only apologies to all the people I come into contact with over the next gods knows how long …
I love you nan, always.
After a very emotional day at work yesterday. A fantastic evening with some new faces and wonderful people at that. This ten hour shift will be the end of me.