Being on holiday with my family is the ultimate gift.
I just read my cousin her stories, and now I’m spending a bit of time in the quiet of her room, appreciating how much she’s grown since I first met her and how much growing she still has to do.
I get to spend time with my big cousins, my aunts, my uncles, my grandma, who is our rock, she is the strongest woman I know. We slob out, we go to the beach, the arcades, the ice palace. We eat a lot, drink a lot, we talk and laugh and just be with one another and when I say this is one of the most important weeks of my year, I do not say it lightly.
This first year without my granddad was always going to be hard, and knowing that he was here about three weeks before he died doesn’t make it easier. But he would have wanted us to have fun. I know it everytime I get an ice cream, which he would have tried to steal and then pouted when my grandma said he couldn’t have one. I know it when my little cousins tell me all about what they find on the beach because he would have loved to hear them, hyper and over excited. I know it when we laugh, together, because he was strong and we are strong, all of us.