I've been struggling recently to come to terms with my Nan no longer being here. The realisation that I'm starting to forget her smell or that I can't hear her voice is like being hit in face.
However, I went to fill the car up this morning and as I was walking out of the shop there were 3 people collecting for the lifeboats. I have never seen them fund raise here before.
My Nan was a huge supporter of the lifeboats and rather than having any flowers at her funeral we asked that people made a donation to the charity. To see them today for the first time since she died really struck me. I gave them some money and almost cried. Then I realised, this is not a sad feeling, this is a sign that life does go on and I know that if Nan is looking down on me that this is her way of telling me she is still here. Not in the physical sense but in the smallest things that we shared together. A piece of music, a smell, or in our case 3 lovely people collecting for charity.
This helped me find some peace this morning and I've felt happier all day for this brief encounter. I just wanted to share this with you all. Sometimes it really is the smallest things that leave the biggest mark....
