Goodbye

8:30pm.

24 hours ago, I was with my Mum at my Grannie's bedside. She'd been struggling to fight off a chest infection for a week and it was clear we were heading for one outcome.

At 83, my Grannie (who spelt her name that way to differentiate her from my Dad's mum) has been in care for nearly eight years. Dementia and a stroke taking their toll.

At 1am today she breathed her last and entered eternal rest. No more pain. No more confusion.

This week has been full of things. Moments spent with my Mum, my Grannie, my Grandad and my Dad. With Mrs theWeir, I've enjoyed time to talk.

While we have difficult days to walk through, we don't face them alone. I have confidence and hope that God is with us.