It’s over. Grandma’s house has been cleared and the keys handed in. I’m not sure how I feel – I just know that the longing to see her is as fierce as ever and I don’t think it is going to fade any time soon. I avoided going up to the house while everything was being packed because I wanted to remember the place as it was and not as some empty shell.

I think about her every, single day – sometimes I smile, other times I cry.