This is my first time visiting the U.K. since my Gran passed in March. Being here and knowing she isn’t has been harder for me than I expected. 💔⁣ —⁣ Everyday things are constantly reminding me of her. Morning dew splattering my hems like paint transports me back to our long walks across the fields together with her dog, Bruno (see me with Bruno as a kid in pic 4), which we always took together no matter the weather. 🐩 ⁣ —⁣ We were so close. She knew me and understood me better than anyone else in my family. We had a secret language for just the two of us. I miss her knowing smile, her wise words, the comforting smell of her perfume, playing cards and talking way until the night, and the way we’d laugh until we cried. 🤍⁣ —⁣ I hope one day to find comfort in these memories but right now I’m still finding them painful. 🕊