I just wanted to give you some news, and I'm still coming to terms. On Saturday afternoon, my Grandad Andrews sadly passed away.
It wasn't a great shock, he's not been well for a number of years. But after the loss of one of four remaining grandparents in February, now I am down to two. I'm not sure how my Dad is taking it, I think he's just trying to be brave again.
When I saw my sister today, I burst into tears of the shop floor that I work on. Was a little embarrassed, but grief is a bugger of an emotion..
But yes, been a bit of a weird one. I don't think I've kind of thought about it yet. The funeral being next week, and I'm trying so hard to stop feeling numb. That's all I feel. Emotionless. Numb. A bit dead? I'm faking smiles again, just so no-one worries.
Paul's grandad is in hospital, an has to stay in another week, so that's been tough for him too. Paul's been worried about me. It's written all over his face.
Hugs please? I need a lot of them to let out whatever is the emotional blockade..
During these past two nights where I've had about 3 hours sleep, it's given me chance to work on my unfinished projects. So, when I can I'll get some shiny photos of my recent crafting escapades, and hopefully with a much happier note to my next blog post!!
Tata for now cx
- Posted on the move from my iPhone