Yesterday I found a picture of my granny (my dad's mum) holding me when I was a baby. She died just before I was 1 so I can't remember her. It nearly drove me off my head with sadness as my own mum died on the very day my daughter, whom I named after her turned 6 months old. My little son is 3 and at the moment still talks about his granny. In fact he says granny is a star and wakes me up in the night to show me her sparking. It's unbearable to think that they won't get to know her, she just loved them both so, so much and I feel completely heart broken x