13/08/2026
Last night felt a little bit magical. š
Watching the eclipse, I actually cried.
And if you know me, youāll know... I NEVER cry.
But standing there looking at the moon made me think about my Grandma.
My Grandma was my hero, my inspiration, my queen.
Whenever something good happened, she was the person I wanted to tell. Whenever something wasnāt so good, she was the person I went to see.
She was one of those people who just made life feel better.
She loved like no other. Everyone was welcome, always. She could brighten any room, her laugh was infectious, her food was delicious and time spent with her was always full of fun.
And she loved the moon. š
For as far back as I can remember, itās been Grandmaās moon.
She loved its beauty and its magic, and because of her, I think I always will too.
Itās strange because I donāt feel sad that sheās gone, it was her time š§” But gosh, do I miss her like crazy.
Whenever I do start to feel upset, I can almost hear her telling me not to be sad and to remember all the happy times instead and to get a class of wine and celebrate, rather than feel sad.
Grief is funny like that.
How can somebody who was once so physically present suddenly not be here?
And yet, somehow, they still are.
Sheās in me.
Sheās in the way I welcome people, the way I try to see the good in things, the importance I put on making memories and probably in a thousand other little parts of me I donāt even realise came from her.
Maybe thatās what a legacy really is.
Not what you owned or achieved, but how people felt when they were around you and the pieces of you they carry forward when youāre gone.
Last night reminded me just how much of her I still carry with me.
And I hope that one day, when my time comes, the people I love will think of me even half as fondly as I think of her.
Until then, Iāll keep looking up at Grandmaās moon.
And Iāll always smile. š
