I know it has been so so so very long since we’ve chatted and I am so sorry for that. Things got kind of crazy in my neck of the woods and I decided to take some time away from blogging and thinking about blogging and just enjoy some time with my family and friends.
When we last caught up, Chris and I were just headed off to the east coast for our summer trip (Vermont, Boston and New York) which we went on and it was so much fun! I will fill you all in on those fun happenings in my next post.
While we were in Boston however, I found out that my poppa who had gone into hospital the previous week had taken a turn for the worse and wouldn’t be coming home. That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to hear. My brother and sister and I grew up extremely close to my mums parents (my nan and pop), they have been at every major and minor life event I can think of for the past long, long time. They are not just grandparents to me but two of my most favourite people in the whole world.
Hearing that my pop was going to pass away was really devastating for me. We didn’t really know when it would happen but I started to organise to come home from New York to Australia so that I could be with my family.
I had a couple of lovely days in New York with Chris’ family and booked my ticket home on Saturday. While Chris was driving me to the city to see his cousin before my flight, I got the phone call from my mum that my poppa had just slipped away.
It was really, really hard to hear that. I know he had been sick and I know that he really hadn’t been his old self for a couple of years but he was still, is still, my poppa and I wasn’t ready.
It’s now been over a week, the funeral has happened and things are starting to go back to normal which of course feels anything but normal. I am still sad, I am still struggling but day by day the happy memories make me smile and laugh and I’m filled with nothing but love for my pop. I’ll think of him and miss him everyday.
I’m forever grateful for these moments in my life, and many more.