Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Three years.



Three years? This past weekend it had been three years since my Nan died. Where has that time gone? I can't believe that Isobel had just turned two when she died. She never got to see her in her school uniform, or hold a proper conversation with her about the things that Isobel likes to talk about, like space, or butterflies. Taylor was just seven when she died, and now he's almost senior school age. Ryan had only lived with us for a year then.

She would've loved Kit. It makes me sad that he'll never know her. He's such a happy, sunny boy, she would've loved to snuggle him.

2 comments:

Thursday said...

I never met this lady but I know I'd have really liked her.

Hassled House Wife said...

I can relate. It's been just over 3 years since my Grandma passed away. There's so many times I wonder what she would say or think about something that is happening in my life. I miss her giggle.