My Grief Story

Losing my gran felt like losing the sun, as if the warmth had been drained from the world and I was left to navigate a fog that wouldn’t lift. She was more than a grandmother. She was my anchor, my cheerleader, my safe place. Every memory I cherished had her woven into it, the talks over biscuits and tea, the sound of her laugh echoing in the kitchen when she made cakes, the way she hugged me and held me tight.