An emotional day.
Granddaughter (4) had an operation to reset a double break in her arm so that plays on your mind even though you know it's routine.
Anniversary of my dads passing tomorrow so down the crematorium to lay flowers, we had our other granddaughters with us, babysitting.
Visit my brothers memorial at the same crem, just to say hello while I was there. I was showing my older grandaughter his photo on the memorial, hes holding a glass of beer...'i was on the other end of the camera when that photo was taken in Turkey' I explained..and for some reason it unexpectedly cut me up.
And then, I realised we've exposed our precious granddaughters to confront what death means....our older gd was quite quiet at the crem...thoughtful perhaps Wished we hadn't taken them, they were fine after, just a bit deep for them perhaps at the time.
And to end the day...my long lost older brother has just got tentatively In touch. We spent some time wondering if he was even still alive. He missed dads passing and it's left a lot of guilt so we're convincing him to contact mum...who has yearned for news from him, despite his being the black sheep of the family....but as I said in another post, blood is blood, good to know he's well.
What a day.