Joanie

Went to a wedding yesterday (it was nice, and went smoothly), and a Christmas party last night (good to catch up with people).

My grandmother died during the night. Joanie, my dad's mum. I haven't cried, and we're not really talking about it much, apart from some discussion about the funeral.

I haven't seen her in a couple of years, because she didn't know who we were anymore, it upset her at times if people she didn't know would come by, and my dad and grandfather didn't really want us to visit. They prefered us to remember her as what she was before all the strokes and problems. The last time I saw her, she thought I was my mum, and asked me when I was going to have kids. So, in a way, it's like she was already gone.

She was a lovely lady. I miss her.