I don't know much about anything yet other than what my mother sobbed over the phone in the car on the way to Melbourne.
I loved my grandmother more than I loved my own mother. She virtually raised six children as a single mother after my grandfather died, leaving her pregnant with their last child.
I shall miss her hugs and the way she always smelt of Johnson's baby talcum powder.
Today, I am grateful that I got to visit her a couple of months ago and that my children got to spend a couple of days with the great-grandmother they hardly knew.
I would give everything I own to have my nana back.