Tuesday

Another Tuesday rolls around. I feel quite sad most days but on a Tuesday it seems heightened. This week I was asked to babysit for Lewis. A fun few hours with him, playing, being silly and reading story books in bed.
Steven and I spoke about Grandma tonight, found it too hard and upsetting. Finding it hard to write about her too.
How does this work? How long does it take to be ok to talk about her, to not get upset when thinking about a her? You'd think I'd know after Dad but I don't.
I have had to put her birds away, I can't look at them without crying.

Anyway, night night Lewis.