A story of grief by a man and a boy
My maternal grandma died this afternoon. She was the last of my grandparents to go.
She was an incredible woman, an incredible grandmother and, most of all, an incredible friend. I worshipped her from the moment I was born and Desreen adored her from the moment they met.
I’ll have so much more to say soon no doubt, but today I don’t even know how I feel. In a family immediately dominated by men, I’ve lost two of the three most significant women in my life in less than nine months.
So all I really wanted to say for now is that if there is a heaven, I know that Dessie will be ordering herself and my grandma gin and tonics in the VIP lounge.
And if it’s really that great up there I’m positive that my granddad will be the bartender.
I love you, Grandma. Jackson and I will talk about you every day.