Today marks three years since my grandmother passed away. Seems like only yesterday that I got "the call" I'd been dreading. In the three years that passed, it hasn't gotten any easier. I still haven't come to terms with her death, and I'm not sure I ever will. She was my rock, my secret keeper, and talking to her on the phone always brought a sense of calm.
The character Mrs. Brown is a 'younger' version of my grandmother who was 92 when she passed. This is one of my favourite pictures of the pair of us, taken in May 1999.
I miss the hell out of her!