It was particularly difficult as my move back to university meant that I was away from family and therefore not able to deal with the gradual process of grief. I was so lucky to be able to travel by train to visit Gar-Gar in his care home on Wednesday 27th September and hold his hand and say a proper goodbye. I spent the rest of the day with my Auntie and him, each of us telling him stories from throughout his life. Even though he couldn’t speak, his eyes lit up and he would clench my hand. I know I will hold this last memory so dearly for the rest of my life.
|Holding his hand|
Uni has been a blessing in disguise. My course has kept me really busy, as well as my friends and lecturers being so supportive.
|One of the last times I visited Gar-Gar whilst he was relatively healthy.|
|Gar-Gar holding myself and Luc just a couple of days after we were born|
|Gar-Gar & Great Nanny Ings. Back together at last.|