Sad start to the week

We discovered today that my lovely, slightly crazy but ultimately inspirational Gma, who has been in a nursing home for a few years following a string of nasty falls has started to give up. She's powered on through a number of hiccups in her health for many years, but it seems that her most recent upset was the final straw for her. It must be rubbish getting old, and she's finally had enough, which I really don't think I can blame her for. 

            It was incredibly sad news to start the week on, and it will mean a period of time just waiting patiently for the next update from home.

I wish I could go home. I wish I wasn’t half a day out of time so that when I wake up I wouldn't have half a day to catch up on, and when I go to sleep I don’t wake up every 30 minutes to check updates from the UK. I wish I could be there to keep her company and hold her hand when she worried about things, to make sure that she had the right seasons fake flowers in her room and that she was getting as much medicinal whiskey and lemonade as she wanted. I wish I could be at home with my family for when it all gets a bit much and people aren’t sure to what or what to say to each other, to make tea for everyone and to try and find the bright side of the situation.

Sadly, none of this is going to be possible, not with a week of annual leave so close by. So I will just have to sit it out, hoping that Happy Crumble (a rubbish low calorie version) and crap TV will be enough to see me through the next few weeks.

This is going to be a long, rubbish week and I don’t really suppose there’s anything that I can do about it. Nick sent me some flowers (and a gross little teddy keyring) at work to try and brighten up my day, but sadly, whilst he's an utter sweetie, and they do make my desk look a lot more merry, there is only so much good that a bunch of sunflowers can do this week. I do love them though. There's something so supportive about sunflowers for any occasion or reason. You can't beat them.