402 days…

Nan died today.

I wanted so badly to be able to call you at work.  Tell you to rush home and be with me.  Like you did when Grandma died 10 years ago.

But you weren’t there.

I did get my rainbow though …. the kids saw one this afternoon.  I believe I also demanded a butterfly when she died.  Still waiting on that one.

Does this mean she is only half OK?

I hope she is happy again.  That Pop was waiting for her.

Just like I expect you to be there for me when I’m bloody 106 (let’s face it – I have stupid long-life genes).

I miss you.

I love you.