– ‘ ‘You must let go of my hand and run back to mummy,’ I said. My voice was intentionally light despite the heaviness setting in my heart as five little fingers began to uncurl from my own. Then they hesitated, ‘But what about you grandpa?’
My knees creaked as I bent low to face those inquisitive crystal blue eyes my own daughter had sported as a small girl. They scrutinised me in the same way hers had when I broke the news that our beloved Lab had ‘went to the farm’.
‘Grandma needs me, I’m going to be with her now. You look after mummy and be a good girl.’ With a tussle of her hair, she nodded and skipped off into awakeness.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, I savoured the scenery around myself one more time and felt the twinge of fear succumb to a seedling of excitement.The old man crossing the bridge was welcomed into the sunshine and in that moment, all those close to him knew a life well lived had passed.’ –